i can t stand it
this cause me anxiety
i can not do this in so little time.
i do not like this app, i won’t use it
[Welp, you kinda just did—moderator]
kapa
Flexibility is at the heart of the modern workforce. This is the spectrum of freedom and control. Where do you sit on that spectrum – as an employee, and as a leader? What if we made the radical decision to say that flexibility was the norm, not the perk or a benefit. That in todays world of balancing parenting, work, personal lives, health – that flexibility needs to become the new normal
Stephanie
A tree stands in the heart of the city, amidst the glass towers and the relentless noise. Its branches sway, reaching out then drawing back, dancing to the wind’s whimsical tune. Each gust a challenge, each sway a victory.
SLYSLY
It’s just a rubber band, stretching, bending, bouncing back. Or not. Sometimes it snaps. Just like us, clinging to elastic hopes in a universe that’s fond of snapping things.
mellowtonin
his strength was not in his fists, but in his ability to dodge, to move. a good fighter knows that to survive, he must become like water, able to change at a moment’s notice.
human_esque
Her heart knows no bounds, as she allows herself to be molded by winds and whispers, each sway a step into unknown territories of grace and unyielding fluidity.
Jaz
The secret to the universe isn’t in the spectacle; it’s in the ability to bend, not break, when cosmic winds blow your way.
fuck fuck fuck
i can t stand it
this cause me anxiety
i can not do this in so little time.
i do not like this app, i won’t use it
[Welp, you kinda just did—moderator]
Flexibility is at the heart of the modern workforce. This is the spectrum of freedom and control. Where do you sit on that spectrum – as an employee, and as a leader? What if we made the radical decision to say that flexibility was the norm, not the perk or a benefit. That in todays world of balancing parenting, work, personal lives, health – that flexibility needs to become the new normal
A tree stands in the heart of the city, amidst the glass towers and the relentless noise. Its branches sway, reaching out then drawing back, dancing to the wind’s whimsical tune. Each gust a challenge, each sway a victory.
It’s just a rubber band, stretching, bending, bouncing back. Or not. Sometimes it snaps. Just like us, clinging to elastic hopes in a universe that’s fond of snapping things.
his strength was not in his fists, but in his ability to dodge, to move. a good fighter knows that to survive, he must become like water, able to change at a moment’s notice.
Her heart knows no bounds, as she allows herself to be molded by winds and whispers, each sway a step into unknown territories of grace and unyielding fluidity.
The secret to the universe isn’t in the spectacle; it’s in the ability to bend, not break, when cosmic winds blow your way.