If you are among the yoga enthusiasts, you may already know about the chakras. “Chakra” is a Sanskrit word. It means “spinning wheel.” A chakra is a spinning wheel of energy. Our bodies contain various chakras. According to Hindu and Buddhist beliefs, these wheels help us maintain good health. These chakras ensure the smooth coordination between our mind, body, and soul. You may face several health problems when one chakra is out of balance. Each chakra has a different speed and color. It makes them different from one another. Now let us discuss Solar Plexus Chakra. What is it? It is one such chakra in our body. In this article, we will talk about what this particular chakra does. Continue Reading
I’ve been a little MIA lately when it comes to writing, tweeting and reading your blog.
I’ve been sucky and I’m SORRY.
It’s not because I don’t like you, it’s because I think I’ve been having a life crisis. I would say mid-life, but I think I’m too young for that yet (suckers). It’s been pending for a long time, but the shit has just hit the fan. I need direction NOW.
I have a fine art degree. I know how to paint, draw, create sculptures, video art, installations and very contemporary work. I’ve won awards and made it top end in judged art shows. But I didn’t enjoy it, it wasn’t for me.
Somehow after school, similar to most liberal arts students.. I landed a totally unrelated job in the corporate world. I began working for Yahoo! Canada and learned the ropes of the business and event industry. I then moved on to work for hundreds of the largest consumer events in North America on the ticketing and sales end both online and onsite.
I’ve been loved by clients, bosses and fellow employees. “Hogga do job gooood”.
I again realized, this job was not for me and saved up to travel across the world for a year. After reading Nomadic Matt’s “How to Make Money With Your Travel Blog” I had delusions of being rich and famous. Not to say the book wasn’t helpful. It got me started on everything I needed too and I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for him. But I had this idea in my head that I would come home making a small income and it didn’t happen.
I got to South America and drank my face off. I did little work on my blog, but I needed the break. I worked night and day before I left to save up. Some events had me working 15 hour days onsite Friday to Sunday, then heading back to the office on Monday. I went home, slept (dreamt about work) woke up and headed back to the show. I practically lived there sometimes.
I needed to let loose. And that I did.
Since then I have obviously paid more attention to my neglected blog. And also made a lot of new friends on Twitter. I make money off TheTraveller and doing odd end writing jobs here and there. But I know I will never live off TheTraveller. Yes, it will make me some pretty sweet cash, but not enough to do the things I would like to do in my lifetime.
I write down ideas for projects and businesses every day in my notebook. Some I look further into, some are just stupid. I once had a wealthy entrepreneur tell me, it takes 100 ideas to have one good idea. I have attempted to begin some projects, but got lost along the way mostly because I don’t know how, what, where or WHO to ask for help.
It becomes discouraging.
Then I got this idea in my head, “maybe I should just give up”. I started to stress about money and began applying for jobs. All kinds of jobs, I was ready to sell my soul. I also felt like a piece of shit because I was living with my parents. They’re cool and all, but it bruised my ego. I’ve always been independent and haven’t lived at home in almost 7 years, minus coming home over the summer from University.
But people in the blogsphere kept my foot in, I wasn’t quite ready to throw in the towel yet.
People like @Ayngelina would say
“Get rid of all the shitty sponsored posts on your blog”
“You can seriously do this – you have something others don’t”
“PS Change your banner”
“PPS I love you so much Hogga you’re my favorite person in the whole world”
Something along those lines… maybe the last quote was over exaggerated… or nonexistent.
I would read a post from @driftingkiwi encouraging me to stop dicking around and live my dreams, @travelingeditor lends an ear on the more high anxiety days and he usually has to pull teeth to get it out of me, so kudos to him. Also, @mobilelawyer gives me advice and asks me the questions I need to answer sometimes but fail to notice. And friends who think I’m a genius and can do nothing wrong. Not to mention how inspiring you all are living your dreams and supporting each other.
After inspiration like this I would be all reared up for a period of time, until I saw my visa bill or went to the dentist and realized I have to get a wisdom tooth removed – but it’s on a weird angle so I have to go to surgeon and pay even more money. FUCK!
This has become a continuous cycle, that has recently made me feel claustrophobic and extremely anxious that has left me spending hours online looking for jobs, going to interviews and pondering life. So I found a job. Not a great one and far less than my worth. It made me feel sick to my stomach.
Last night I asked my parents to sit down with me and talk. I told them everything I had been thinking and feeling. I wish I had done it sooner to be honest, but I was too proud. Stupid, I know. They actually told me not to take the job, not to give up and that they would help me along the way. I don’t know why I was surprised. Maybe I was expecting them to tell me to suck it up or it’s time to grow up – get a husband, house, job, make babies and be normal.
But they didn’t.
And I’m now questioning why I ever thought they would? Sitting down with them took so much off my shoulders, especially knowing they support me.
I will be sucking it up and living at home still for a while. I will get a job bar tending for extra cash-money-money. I will be taking a course or two to expand my knowledge in specific areas I lack in and I will be on the hunt for a business partner.
I will also be making more of an effort to befriending tweepers – and re-connecting with those I already have a relationship with. I will be reading your blog. So shoot me a URL if I’m not yet a fan. And tweet me your favorite animal, booze and food. Tell me about you now – @TheHogga
By: Maria Climent Huguet
Maria Climent is a 26-year-old Catalan lady. After studying translation, she decided her life was odd enough to became a humor scriptwriter and by default, a blogger. This is how she’s now a mother of no one and a better person. She also likes to cook!
Many people have thought, “Life’s short”, “Life’s got to be lived” or wondered “What are we living for?” Every person with slight introspective have asked themselves about the purpose of life every now and again.
If, as a consequence of this reflection you have left everything behind to travel the world in search of an answer, you have already found it indeed, or at least one version of it: Yours.
I remember, when these doubts about life started to seriously creep up on me, I mean, the first time I really started to ponder these questions, I was on a holiday trip with my mother. We had rented one of the Budapest apartments to spend some quality time together, as we hadn’t seen each other for a pretty long time. One afternoon she left to take a walk and I stayed at the apartment. Maybe it was because I had spent quite a lot of time with my mother thinking about the life she had lived so far – which of course is not the life she had expected – but to come to the point, once I was left alone, I started to reflect on my life.
I decided I don’t want my life to be boring, sad, monotone or anything of that sort. I know lots of people who work a job they don’t enjoy, wishing for the weekend to come, hating Mondays, hating what they do, which to me is, in essence, hating yourself. And it will always be like that for them, because they don’t change anything. And meanwhile the clock keeps ticking away. I decided I didn’t want my life to be dull and unsuccessful.
When my mother returned I suggested we look for a restaurant with a nice terrace for dinner, I wanted to tell her something really important. That night we had one of those profound conversations with a couple of glasses of wine and a beautiful sunset.
It was right there and then when she told me one thing that probably marked my fate (–the wisdom of a mother, I tell ya!) and will stick with me for the rest of my life: “Whatever you do in life, you’ve got to love it”.
This sentence inevitably took me to the next question:
What do I love? Once you’ve decided what you love, the next step is clear:
Am I good at doing what I love? You probably are. The best football players in the world are football enthusiasts. These two questions are interlocked.
Believe in yourself. Was it Henry Ford, who said “whether you believe you can, or you can’t, you are right”?
I hope this reflection might be helpful to some of you readers who haven’t decided what to do with your life yet. Whether you want to travel forever or get married in your hometown and have as many children as you can. We have to be aware of the fact that life is a gift and we have more control over our own life than we think.
Perhaps some days with your mother in one of the apartments in Budapest help you reflect on this.