Dear Bread, I love you to all four corners. I love your role in "pizza" and if I could, I would definitely nominate you for an Oscar ( Mayer lol) . You were there, since my younger days, to make my Pb & J sandwiches the absolute best they could be. In the words of Kevin Durant... " You are the real MVP..." Love, Micaela I just thought I write this little love letter to something that has been apart of my life for as long as I could remember. To even be writing this, it pains me to be f

Judging from my title, you are probably thinking that I am going to bash Empower Network. I will not bash this company because it has been a blessing to me. I'm not here to promote Empower Network either. However, I want to explain why I am so thankful for Empower Network. But let me start off with a little of how I came to this revelation. Since last year, I had heavily and exhaustively searched for an opportunity that would allow me to be my own boss and to reach my financial goals. I had j

Songs can trigger different emotions. It all depends on the tempo of the melody, the subjects matter of that song, and how you were feeling before and after listening to that song. But I love music that provoke me to feel empowered, like a "Boss." I love that feeling of knowing that I greater than my current circumstance and I am the master of my destiny. So what song allows me to drift into my dream life and makes me feel like I run things? Rick Ross ft. T-Pain ~ The Boss In the song, Rick Ros

Developing and writing content seems like a hard task for many new bloggers . When starting out, you seek for ideas from the veteran bloggers and hope that your content can measure up to the quality they produce. For one, forget about that "comparing" stuff because this will lead to self-doubt. Then self-doubt leads to "no action." But the problem that I ran into was that I felt limited to what I could write about. I felt that I was not knowledgeable enough to "write." Wrong mindset, I know. B

To answer my own question, I have been "afraid" for quite a while. I have always played it safe. I was always the good kid in school and did all my homework. I always jumped to my mother's side when she called my name or asked for help. I always played nice and shared. Although there was nothing wrong with what I mentioned above, I was afraid to do things that I wanted to do. I was not a bad kid by nature but I always admired the bravery of those who did what they wanted. I did what I thought