I have wanted to be a model ever since I was a little girl. The glitz and glamour of being a model is one of the many things that attracted me to the profession. I have recently started working hard so that I will be able to make my dreams come true. I have been working on my physical appearance. I have also been working on my interview skills.
It seems as though my hard work has paid off. I went to an audition and was selected to be one of the promo girls Manchester for an upcoming event. I am so excited and am looking forward to it. I will be going to more auditions for various events in my town. I will not stop until I am on the cover of several magazines.
It’s very easy to get wrapped up in the mediocrity of our day-to-day lives and forget to take time for ourselves. Even if it’s not the forefront of your thought process we all want to find ways to be healthier, live longer and most of all find what makes us truly happy. To get on the right path to being a happier healthier you you must first be able to decompress and let the stresses of the world melt away. Stress can contribute to a number of health issues both physical and emotional, all of which can be prevented by taking time to relax. There are many different ways to clear you mind of the chaos and enrich your body at the same time. Some of the best ways to reach your relaxation goals include Yoga, thai massage Manchester, Running, or even just taking a brisk walk. Don’t let life get in the way of being the best version of yourself you can.
There is a stream that runs behind my house. It is filled with small fish, stones, and tiny insects that float across the top. On warm days, I would sit by the stream and soak my bare feet in the clear and cool water. The refreshing feeling filled my body up with glee.
One day, I sat by the stream on an extremely hot afternoon. The sun rays beamed down on my head and clothes with a force that was as hot as an oven. I wiped beads of sweat from my forehead and tried to breathe in fresh air. After a while of fighting the heat, the cool stream before me began to look very inviting. I reached down to cup a small amount of the fresh water in my hand. Intending to drink the coolness, I brought my hand to my mouth. Suddenly, I heard the voice of my mother.
I dropped my hand and turned to see my mother running towards me with a stern look. She sat down beside me and explained that the stream water could not be safe to drink. I could get sick. Instead, she constructed a water filtration media before me with materials like rocks, sand, and a special treatment soil. Then, she filtered the stream water through the media before handing a small amount out for me to drink. At that moment, water never tasted better!
When an item is recycled I feel that the item is given new life and new hope. I think that there is much to be learned from the process of recycling. Old can be made new and new hope can be born. I love the idea of recycled glass media because it points to new life. The first time that I heard about such a thing I was interested in learning all that I could about it. All kinds of recycling point to new life for objects that would otherwise be thrown out. I love the idea of turning an old item into something that is new and special. I love the hope that comes from new items. I love the way that new life can be born when an item is turned into something new. I appreciate new life and new hope and the world of recycling.
I have been working my entire life to become a model. Now, it seems my dreams are finally coming true and the hard work is starting to pay off. I have my first photo shoot in a few days, and I am very nervous. I want my pictures to turn out perfectly, and I am doing everything that I can to prepare.
I have spent a lot of time caring for my skin, so it will look great on camera. I will also be working with a bridal makeup artist so that any imperfections I have can be hidden with cosmetics. I have also been watching what I eat. I noticed that my skin breaks out when I eat certain foods. That is why I have been been avoiding sugary and fried foods. Additionally, I have been practicing my poses in the mirror. I believe that I will be ready for my photo shoot.
My name is Danielle, and I am the hottest person in my office. No, seriously, I work for a temporary agency, and currently, I work as a secretary in an office building with no Manchester air conditioning. The owners are in the process of correcting the problem; in the meantime, they expect me to sit at my desk, smile and greet clients, and answer the phone in a cheery voice, and see to it that the coffee pot is filled to the brim every morning.
“Dress proffesssionally”, the temp service told me. I can do that, as long as their idea of business professional is a tank top, short skirt, and heels that I can stealthily slip off under my desk. I’m supposed to be this company’s shining example of customer service. Oh I’m shining, believe me. My forehead simply sparkles, less than an hour after clocking in…with beads of sweat. I’m overheated, underpaid, and I give new meaning to the phrase “hot under the collar. My name is Danielle, and this is my inferno.
I do not play golf that much which is the problem. When I was young and single and started playing golf 15 years ago, I had the time to take lessons, practice, and get good at it. Now being married with children, I only get to play once a year at my Kiwanins club’s funraiser. Without training or repetitive play, I remember how bad I suck at golf now. It seemed like I was in a silica flour sand bunker every other hole. I lack the training, the equipment or the patience to get the damn ball out of the trap. One on hole, I went from one trap to another since I hit such a bad shot. Before next year’s tournament, I am going to practice before I play, especially around the green. This is why I hate golf. It is not something to play once a year.
After working weeks and weeks at a new warehouse job, which earns well but takes a toll on one’s body, I began to notice some serious tension and pain in some of my joints. Now I may have said that the job pays decently, I don’t have the sort of cash to afford any sort of respectable medical coverage; it’s this particular issue which inspired this written piece. After my friend, Bill, noticed me descending a set of steps with a great deal of pausing before each footfall, he recommended that I visit the thai massage Liverpool parlor he’d recently visited for his back.
After assuring me that the place was legit, with no “happy endings,” and I remarked that “Thai” is a proper noun, Bill drove me over. While it wasn’t in the best of neighborhoods, the muscular miracle that those girls performed made me feel like a million bucks.