Month: October 2021

The Storms of Life

Early this morning, I awoke to the sound of rolling thunder in the far distance, just beyond bedroom window. Coupled with the occasional flash of lightening casting a strobe-light effect through my sheer curtains, I could not help but lie awake and intrinsically beg for more storm centered splendor. Then came the steady downpour of rain, which acted as a sleep agent, gently lulling me back to full and sweet slumber.

There is nothing I find more soothing than the sound of rhythmic rain coupled with an occasional drum of thunder. Bowling in heaven, tears of the angels, God gaining a boisterous soul. So many familiar allegories that describe a good old-fashioned thunderstorm.

In thunderstorms past, one or both of my sons would generally find their way to my room. Feeling frightened by the roaring booms and flashes of light, they both sought comfort only a mother can provide. I was somewhat disheartened last night that neither son seemed bothered by the rumble outside their bedroom window.

What once served as a sure-fire means toward a nightly comfort cuddle and splendid spooning session, now shows the measure of growth my boys have secretly mastered right under my very mothering nose.

When did my sons stop being afraid of thunderstorms? When did they cease to ask for help with homework? When did they start giving ME relationship advice instead of the other way around?

This coming of age stuff is for the birds! I miss the days they needed me. Sought comfort only I, as their maternal figure, could give.

Perhaps this is simply a shifting of the tide. They still need me, only in different ways.

Hearing my voice in the vast crowd of other parents at my oldest son’s basketball game. Calling out to my younger son when he makes a victorious play on the field at flag football. Walking them through the mystery of their changing bodies, feelings, fears, and passions. Silently encouraging the noticeable steps toward adolescence. Engaging in semi-adult conversation, which seems deeper and more mature as they days busily fly by. Being open to learning from them just as they always have learned from me.

Our relationships daily transition, just as the seasons are continually shifting.

Some changes are more notable than others. Some slip by and catch you off-guard until they loudly thunder and brightly flash right before your very eyes. Instead of fighting against these natural shifts, I am trying to actively embrace them. To remain open to the new realm of possibility that each shift can bring forth.

Just as the roaring thunder and sightly lightning settle my soul, so too, can the shifting, settling, growing, and acknowledging of relationships gaining ground individually as well as collectively. My sons may no longer fear the storms in the deepest dark of night, but I will never stop offering the comfort they need when faced with the inevitable daily battles of life.

Amannda Maphies has always gone by Manndi; and yes, it has two n’s. It is actually a perfect moniker for her as she’sa bit (more than a bit) zany, wacky, crazy and loves nothing more than to laugh at herself and share that laughter with others. Manndi works fulltime at the UMKC School of Pharmacy, has two boys, William (10) and Waylan (8). She loves to write so she recently started posting on Facebook about her daily adventures about everything from being a single mom of two wild and crazy boys to dating after divorce, to more serious topics such as the loss of a loved one and suicide awareness. She trie to infuse humor, relatability and a touch of inspiration into each of her pieces. One day, she will compile them for a memoir of her life. Manndi’s life motto is ‘live a life you would want to read about’ and she strives everyday to reach others with her words. She feels that you are only as happy as you choose to be and she CHOOSES happiness over all other emotions. She is honored to be featured in a publication named ‘Positively Positive’ because that is truly how she strives to live life.

Image courtesy of Aline Nadai.

There’s No Such Thing As Work-Life Balance


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Prioritizing Yourself: 7 Simple Ways to Incorporate Self-Care

Ways to Incorporate Self-Care


Do you find yourself striving to have it all, do it all and be everything to everyone? If so, you know that it comes at a cost: It is easy to lose sight of yourself in the process.

Worse yet, somewhere along the way, you were led to believe that taking care of yourself has translated into being selfish.

Actually, the line between self-care and selfish is not as fine as it may seem. Whereas selfish implies that the world revolves around you, self-care acknowledges that it includes you. It means giving yourself the attention, compassion, time and energy that you deserve.

7 Simple Ways To Take Care Of Yourself – Without Being Selfish

The struggle to achieve and maintain work-life balance is an ongoing one for most people, especially with the lines between work and home been increasingly blurred.

But self-care is about more than juggling time, energy and responsibilities. It is consequently about being nicer, kinder and more compassionate to yourself.

Following are seven strategies to step up your self-care game:

1. Watch Your Language

Language can have a profound effect on your thoughts, moods and perspective. It is not just what comes out of your mouth in conversations with others; the messages you tell yourself play an essential role in how you feel.

Do you tend to beat yourself up for your perceived failures or shortcomings, or do you treat yourself with compassion?

Even when you feel disheartened, try to focus on the effort and the progress more than results.

Resist the urge to negatively label yourself as “incompetent,” “weak” – or worse. Instead, encourage yourself in the same way that you would a child or good friend. If you tell yourself “You have got this!” often enough, you will get it!

2. Slow Down

There never seems to be enough time to do everything you want or need to do. Yet rushing through your daily activities often robs you of the experience.

Do you gulp down your morning coffee while battling traffic on your way to work, or take quick swigs between clients? If so, you probably do not even notice the taste or appreciate its warmth the way you would if you sat down and leisurely enjoyed it – even for 10 minutes.

Slowing down offers physical benefits as well; people who eat slower tend to gain less weight (or lose weight faster), maintain lower blood pressure and experience less stress and anxiety.

3. Be Wary of Social Media

Sure, it is fun to catch up with old friends and stay in touch with new ones, more so on social media namely Facebook which can undermine your happiness.

The negative impact not only on users’ moods, but on their overall reported satisfaction with their lives.

In contrast, face-to-face social interactions did not have the same effect; in fact, the personal interactions have helped people feel better over time.

4. Make Yourself a Priority

Too often, we schedule things that promote our well-being after everything else is in place. Instead of squeezing in a yoga class, manicure or time to read, proactively schedule it.

The people-pleasing habit is tough to break, but it can ultimately provide you with the freedom to make more prudent choices that align with your own dreams, goals and values.

5. Do not Skimp on Sleep

The benefits of a good night’s sleep extend far beyond feeling rested the next day.

The sleep services towards all aspects of our body in one way or another: molecular, energy balance, as well as intellectual function, alertness and mood.

While the experts recommend that adults get between 7 and 8 hours of shut-eye per night, they also emphasize the importance of quality sleep.

6. Treat Yourself

You know the nice little gifts you so easily give others? Fresh flowers brighten up any room; why not treat yourself to a bouquet? Small indulgences, like a new cell phone case, can provide a welcome boost and serve as a reminder that you are worth it.

If you are trying to curb impulse spending, create a wish list and reward yourself when the time is right.

7. Discover the Authentic “You”

It is easy to create identities around our roles and/or the other people in our lives, but what happens when parents become empty nesters – or executives retire? Who are you? If you strip away the external definitions of yourself, what do you come up with?

Exploring your own identity and values will help you nurture the best version of yourself.

Ditch The Notion That Self-Care Is Selfish

Being overextended, overscheduled and overtired probably means that all the things you know would be good for you are the very things that get pushed to the back burner.

The problem is, if they stay on the back burner, the black hole into which ‘your best self’ disappears gets deeper.

There is a point of diminishing return when the amount of physical and emotional energy you expend surpasses your reserves.

As your coping mechanisms weaken, the ripple effect becomes apparent; you feel even more stressed, further reducing your productivity and efficiency.

Tending to your own physical and psychological needs is one of the best gifts you can give – not only to yourself, but to everyone around you.

About the Author
Trishna Patnaik

Trishna Patnaik is a BSc (in life sciences) and MBA (in marketing) by qualification but an artist by choice. Previously a corporate professional, she realized that she wanted to do something more meaningful. She found her true calling in her passion, painting. Trishna is now a full-time professional painter based in Mumbai, as well as an art therapist and healer.


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It’s Nice to Hear Giggling: The Science of Laughter

I was hanging out before yoga class with a good friend one day and, as we often do, we were laughing. We almost always find something to laugh about when we are together, except this one time we ran out of water with eleven miles left on a long run on the hottest day of the year, but that’s another story.

Anyway, as we laughed another student walked by and said with a smile, “It’s nice to hear giggling first thing in the morning.”

Later I was thinking about how often laughter makes us happy, even if it’s someone else’s. We see a baby learning to laugh and it makes us smile. We hear some kids laughing on the playground, and we might smile along. Or we walk by two friends chuckling over something and appreciate their moment of happiness. It’s hard not to smile when you are in the presence of joyful laughter.

It’s a no-brainer that laughter makes us feel better when we are the ones laughing. Laughter, like so many things, releases endorphins and reduces stress. Laughter triggers a relaxation response in your nervous system. We feel better when we laugh unless it’s that fake “I’m about to freak out” laugh some of us do under stress. However, laughter is such a huge stress reliever that even faking a laugh can have beneficial impacts.

But why do we feel better when other people laugh?

Hearing laughter, even when you have no idea what prompted it, can help shift your perspective. If you’re having a bad day, even hearing the laughter of others can remind you that there are good things in life.

Maybe the woman in yoga class hearing me and my friend laughing helped her to remember times she’s laughed with her friends, and it made her happy for a moment. Or maybe just the sound of our giggling, as she called it, made her happy on its own.

“Tape the sound of friends laughing together. Save it for a rainy day.” Yoko Ono

Observing laughter brings you closer to others because it’s a shared experience. We all have laughed, even if some of us don’t do it frequently. Hearing genuine laughter is like seeing a baby or a puppy — it can melt even the hardest heart.

And laughter can be contagious, kind of like yawning, but more beneficial. Being around people who seem happy can make you feel happier, even if by association. Many of the stress relieving properties of laughter applies regardless of whether you know what the laughter is about.

Have you ever had the experience where a friend or family member is laughing so hysterically that they can’t catch their breath to tell you what’s so funny and then you start laughing too, because their laughter is funny and contagious? Brain scans show that simply hearing laughter triggers your brain to relax, and prepares your facial muscles to respond in kind by smiling. Those benefits can last 30 minutes or longer.

Laugher is most often a social response. You are 30 times more likely to laugh around others than when you are alone. Being around laughter reminds you that we are all connected, and have shared experiences.

And the positive effects of laughter are magnified if you also participate in the laughter. So in the immortal words of Han Solo, “Laugh it up, Fuzzball.”

Rose Bak is a freelance writer, author and yoga teacher who lives in Portland, Oregon with her family and special needs dogs. As a dedicated multipotentialite, she writes on a variety of topics including self-care, aging, inspiration, business, and pop culture. She is also a published author of romantic fiction. In addition to writing, she teaches accessible yoga and sings. Sadly, she has absolutely no musical talent so she’s forced to mostly sing in the shower. For more of Rose’s work, visit her website at or follow her on social media @AuthorRoseBak.

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I Want Your Honest Answer to This Question

How are you? (That’s the question.)

I like to wake up early. Before 5 is best, when the air is a smudge away from nighttime darkness.

It feels sacred.

The world is undiscovered. I go outside, yawning, stumbling on leftover dreams. The dog glows with happiness at being alive and moving. All the edges are soft.

I walk down the road into the darkness of the trees. The shadows deepen here and my breath always catches, an instant of halting panic.

What is it about darkness that makes us afraid?

It’s only the first few steps that scare me. Once I’m under the trees, their shadows feel kind rather than threatening. The branches arc over the road and create space within space. I breathe deep. I start moving faster.

As I move down the road, the light begins to grow.

The small hum in my chest gathers itself into a force and begins to be beautiful, exhilarating. If I do this first, before the buzz and roar of the world begins, I can feel that force fully, can breathe it in and out, can meet the day led by my own authority rather than by expectations and reactions.

(I may not last long in the self-governed state of awareness, but it’s good to start there, at least.)

The day erupts into itself.

What a rush to see the thousand streams of our separate daily lives intersecting: in street corners and doorways, spoken and unspoken greetings, pounding bass lines from car windows, over cups of coffee, eyes meeting, energy drawn up and out, passed from one to another to another to another to another.

We do this day after day, all of us together, in a shared dance of self-created reality. It can be joyful. It can be fulfilling.

It can make us feel utterly alone.

We look at each other but don’t see. We smile but don’t mean it.

We say, “I’m fine, how are you?” and don’t talk about the real things, whatever they are: financial strain or devastation, unsatisfying relationships, continual worry over our kids or our parents or the planet, the heavy decisions we have to make, the lack of options, the job that isn’t there, the salary that holds us prisoner, the fact that we’re barely holding our shit together, once again.

If we can’t name those things, those material-temporal things, of course we won’t name the even bigger, deeper, scarier things.

Well, you won’t. But I will.

Here’s a short list of honest ways I could have answered your “How are you?” question on any given day in the last few years:

Hey Annie, how are you?

Oh, you know, okay but really, I’m struggling to express my emotions because I’ve been repressing them for so long that I no longer have any idea how I really feel about the things that matter most to me, and I don’t know what’s more terrifying: not knowing what I feel, or finding out that what I feel is somehow going to destroy the life I’ve built.

Annie! How are you today?

Well, to be honest, I feel a deep sense of shame and unworthiness and it washes over me at seemingly random times and I don’t know why and I don’t know how to deal with it but I think it’s because there’s something deeply wrong with me, and this feeling of disgust and horror at myself is growing and I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it.

Good morning Annie. How’s it going?

Not good, really, as all the belief systems I built my life on are crumbling and I wish I could unlearn things I’ve learned, but I can’t now and I can’t go back to that sense of certainty I had and I have no idea how to assess life moving forward, or how to make decisions, or know what matters, and I certainly don’t trust myself to make good decisions so I feel stuck, frozen, and terrified while life continues to move on at an insane speed all around me and I’m afraid I’ll never catch up.

What’s up Annie! You doing okay?

You know, as it turns out, I’m pretty sure I’m broken in some significant ways and I feel as if I have probably fucked my life up completely and, in so doing, deeply hurt the people I care most about in this world and that thought is so devastating to me that I almost can’t bear it but I have no idea how to fix my mistakes so I keep making the same ones over and over but the hopelessness of it all is wearing me down.

Buenos días, Annie, cómo estás?

Quieres la verdad? I feel disconnected and isolated and alone, and I haven’t let myself feel how lonely I am because doing so means admitting that I don’t know how to connect and that I’m scared to be real because I’m scared of who I really am and I’m sure that if people knew who I really am, if I were truly honest, then they would reject me and rightfully so, so I keep pretending that these shallow, halfway connections are okay for me but I don’t know how long I can keep that up.

Hey girl, it’s been a long time. How are you?

Well, lately I’ve been looking at my life and evaluating what things mean and realizing that I’ve wasted so much time on things I don’t care about, and I’m filled with a deep sense of regret because I long to be significant, I long for my life to have purpose, I long to contribute but I feel completely inadequate, like I have nothing of value to offer, and I’m pretty certain that there is nothing good in me so that even if I came up with some Great Idea I would probably screw it up, so I’ve retreated into not really trying but it’s killing my soul and I can feel that poisonous energy building up into a rage, and the numbness is barely covering a desperation that makes me want to do awful, insane, destructive things just to remind myself that I’m alive.

How are you, Annie?

I’ll give it to you straight: I feel trapped in a life of obligation and routine, of responsibilities and commitments, and I know I have to take care of things, I have to do what I’ve said I’ll do, and I don’t want to hurt anybody but when I lay in bed at night I keep thinking is this all there is? and I wish I could figure out how to feel alive, how to explore and have adventures and do what I love and really live without messing everything up, but I don’t see how it can work out and so I guess I’ll keep doing what I’m doing but it feels like I’m dying by millimeters every day and soon I won’t remember who I am at all.

… And how are you today?

Those have all been accurate descriptions of my internal, real, true state.

They are shadows.

The further I go inside, the deeper they become. They gather to a darkness deep and final, a darkness I have been avoiding for most of my life.

What is it about darkness that makes me afraid?

Darkness represents my deepest fear: the unknown. I fear what is unknown more than I fear anything else. That’s why I spend so much energy making plans. I’m trying to prepare for the future, the best I can, but here’s the thing about the future: it’s always unknown, and it always will be, because it doesn’t exist.

But the unknown future isn’t what I fear the most.

I’m okay with talking about it, planning for it, scheming and dreaming and discussing it. It’s a great distraction from my bigger, deeper, much more terrifying fear:

The unknown of who I am. The unknown of the self.

Compared to the terror of my unknown self, the fear of an unknown future is almost pleasant.

Why am I so afraid to look at myself? What awful thing do I expect to find? I don’t know (not until I look) but I’m terrified to dive in, to find out, to face it.

I’m like a kid shivering under the covers, sure there’s a monster under the bed. Too frightened to move, too frightened to call for help, too frightened to peek under there and confirm the worst: it’s real, it’s there, it’s more horrifying than I could have imagined, and it’s going to kill me.

The idea of the monster is so terrifying that I’d rather not look. I’d rather not know for sure. There’s a sense of safety in not knowing, in the uncertainty. It’s a pitiful scrap of safety.

I guess I expect to find proof that my worst feelings are justified: that I am alone, and I deserve to be alone. That I’m not what I should be. That those feelings I have of being not good, not enough, somehow wrong, somehow inadequate, that those feelings are justified by something unnamed and sinister, something so awful I can’t describe it, something that can never be forgiven or accepted.

Something that is the truest, deepest part of who I am.

If I don’t look under the bed, I can cling to that idea: maybe it’s not true. I can hide in the uncertainty of not knowing for sure.

What a thin scrap of safety to build a life on.

As long as there’s uncertainty, there’s some chance I might be wrong. Maybe there isn’t a monster after all. Maybe all the shame and self-condemnation isn’t justified. That’s the thin line of hope I cling to. If it’s not true, I don’t want to know.

But I’m not good at living in uncertainty. None of us are.

All tension comes from uncertainty, and tension that stays too long becomes chronic anxiety, in a variety of forms: nervousness, numbness, apathy, need to control, worrying, supressed emotions, panic, paranoia.

The alternative seems impossible: look under the bed? Face the monster? Have my worst fears confirmed? Get eaten alive?

Why the hell would I do that?

Going inside, to see who I am truly, to be quiet and still and undistracted, to see and know the self, that’s facing the fear head on.

I’m not sure I can do it.

You know what I mean? I can handle the fear if I look at it sideways. If I mostly ignore it. I handle it by not acknowledging it’s there, and definitely not acknowledging how much it matters.

But it does matter. It matters more than anything.

This fear–fear of who I am–was kicked off at some point long ago by the experience and pain of separation. The separation creates the fear. The fear creates more separation. The continued separation validates the fear. The growing fear increases the separation. On and on and on and on and on.

What a silly little overwhelming viciously cruel cycle. I can spin out for years, decades, lifetimes.

Or I can deal with it. Face the monster.

It feels like death to face the fear.

I don’t know what I’m up against. The stakes are so high. As soon as I decide to go for it

finally I can’t stand it anymore I have to do something I can’t take this pain

the uncertainty shifts.

Now it’s no longer a question of if there’s a monster under the bed. It’s a question of how big and awful the monster is, and exactly how painful it will be when it kills me.

But there’s relief in it. There’s certainty. At least I will know. At least I will know who I am. Maybe I’ll die. Maybe I’ll want to die. But I’ll know my self, for an instant, first.

I hope it will be worth it.

I’m happy to report that none of those descriptions, above, none of those how are you answers are the internal, real, true state I currently inhabit.

I moved from those dark places to the place I am now. I’m out of the shadows and into the glorious light.

I didn’t get here by ignoring the shadows.

I got here by looking at them, finally, honestly. I did it by taking those first few steps, further in, chest pounding, panic building, everything in me screaming to get away run away hide hide hide don’t go in there.

I did it by by walking into the darkness.

I gained the courage to walk into the darkness of my self because I could no longer live with the pain of separation and shame. My distractions were taken away. My neat little world crumbled. My identity unraveled. Suddenly there was no way to stay numb. Suddenly there was nothing left to lose.

Suddenly the darkness became the only thing I could see, and all the noise and roar, the push and pull, the striving and hiding faded into the meaninglessness that it is, and there was me and there was the darkness, and it was time.

All our stories are true, you know.

The hero’s quest. The journey into the unknown. The myths and legends, the fairy tales, the narratives. They tell us what we are here to do, what we must do if we want to live, truly: leave everything behind and seek the treasure. Face the tragedy of life and venture into the unknown to find the real meaning of it all. To choose our meaning.

The best gift you can receive is the gift of pain, however it comes. It wakes you up out of your numbing sleep and forces you to feel all the pain, all the fury of it, all the force of it.

Of course you feel like you will die, or should die. Of course you don’t want this experience. Of course it doesn’t seem like a gift, but it is.

Blessed are those who suffer, for they will come undone.
Blessed are those whose lives have fallen apart, for they have nothing left to lose.
Blessed are those who are shattered, for they can no longer pretend.
Blessed are those whose pain has become unbearable, for they can no longer ignore it.
Blessed are those who know themselves wounded, for they will find healing.

Blessed are those who walk into the darkness, for they shall emerge into the glorious light.

How are you? (That’s the question.)

Are you stubbornly asleep? It’s time to wake up.

Are you numbing yourself with distractions? You don’t have to do that anymore.

Are you waking up to such great pain you can barely breathe? You will live through this because you are stronger than you realize. This pain is a doorway to something more beautiful than you can imagine.

Are you questioning all your choices? Good; that’s a healthy exercise.

Is your life falling apart? Excellent. Let it fall apart. You don’t need “a life.” You need to live.

Has everything you trust shattered into a million pieces? Better and better. Less to worry about. Less to carry. Let it go, baby, let it go. You will learn to trust yourself.

Are you spinning out in cycles of pain? Take a deep breath and sit still. You control your movement. Stop moving until you know which way you really want to go.

Are you afraid of being alone? We all are. We aren’t meant to be alone. This fear is your doorway to connection.

Are you afraid of wasting your life? Maybe you are. Maybe it’s time you stopped. Maybe it’s time to figure out what your life would look like if you weren’t wasting it.

Do you feel unworthy? Good. Now that you’ve acknowledged the feeling, you can start figuring out where it comes from. You have this power. Use it.

Do you wonder how anyone can love you? I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Are you suffering? Blessed are you, for you will come undone. Then you will learn how to put yourself back together the way you want to be.

Are you so lonely you don’t even recognize it as loneliness anymore—you just accept it as your baseline, your normal emotional state? You don’t have to feel this way. You aren’t meant to feel this way. You don’t deserve to be alone and you don’t  have to be alone… but if you don’t want to be alone anymore, you have to take the next step.

Are you terrified? It’s okay. We all are. Let’s figure this out together.

Are you wounded? Blessed are you, for you will find the courage to heal yourself.

Do you feel like you’re losing your shit? Go ahead and lose it. Lose the shit. Find yourself instead.

Are you tired of care taking for everyone else and desperate for someone to take care of you? Guess what? That someone is you. It’s time. Yes, I know it’s scary. No, it’s not selfish. Yes, I know you’re afraid. Yes, I know you don’t know how. Yes, I know you don’t trust yourself. You’re going to learn how. You don’t have to know all the steps. You don’t need a plan. All you ever get to know is your next step.

What is it about darkness that makes you afraid?

Find the shadows. Look into the darkness. Walk toward it.

As you move into the shadows, the darkness will deepen. It will threaten to overwhelm you. Don’t believe it. Take deep breaths. Take small steps. Another. Now another. Take all the time you need. There’s no rush. There’s no hurry. One foot in front of the other. Go ahead. Into the shadows. Into the darkness. Into your fear. Into your self.

As you move down the road, the light begins to grow.

Annie Mueller is a writer, reader, seeker of growth, and transplant to Puerto Rico, where she lives with her best friend and their four children. Her crash course in self-discovery came from experiencing job loss, financial devastation, Hurricane Maria and its aftermath, and major surgery—all in less than a year. She writes about creativity, personal growth, and spirituality; runs Prolifica, a content management consultancy for small teams and solo professionals; and sends out a popular weekly newsletter about feelings and freelancing. You can find more of her work on her website.

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How to Write a Successful College Essay

Write a College Essay


An essay is now a standard part of education. It can be used to pass entrance exams or for home assignments.

Students in college are required to write essays in Literature, History, Physics, and in other subjects. While you think it might be boring, you can always use essay help at StudyCrumb and make sure that your paper is flawless and actually written in time.

But what if you want to write it yourself? How do you make it stand out? We prepared some useful tips for you so you could find your answer!

Get Started with an Outline

Before writing an academic essay, understanding the importance of your topic is key. You must create an argument to narrow down your essay.
This argument can be used to create a basic outline.

In an academic essay’s structure, these elements must be present:

  • Include a thesis in your introductory paragraph;
  • Tie all facts together in your conclusion;
  • Connect your outline with your thesis.

An essay should contain at least three strong points that support your thesis. External academic resources can be used to improve the credibility of your essay.

Double-Check Basic Style, Grammar, and Punctuation

To write flawless essays you must be able to comprehend grammar, punctuation and style. These elements are essential for creating a complete document. A solid knowledge of grammar and sentence structure is essential.

The grammar basics Include a subject-verb agreement, pronoun usage, and correct sentence structures. Learn the exact uses of common punctuation forms! Use a comma or period with care to make your document more understandable.

Academic writing requires that you pay attention to your voice. Active voice is preferred to passive voice.

You should write “research proven” instead of “it was proven by research”. This can make your essay more compelling.

Avoid using transition words and use concise language. Don’t use unnecessary words. This can weaken your argument.

Pay Attention to the Right Vocabulary

It is important to use strong and impressive language in essays. Use intellectual arguments to convince your readers.

To sound smart and intelligent, you shouldn’t use large words. You may experience opposite results.

Keep in mind, readers can detect overcompensation in writing. You should not write a word if you aren’t sure what it means. This will reduce the chance of using incorrect words.

The clarity of your argument may be affected by the use of unclear language. This fact should be considered before you make any decisions. Keep vocabularies like Thesaurus handy.

It is not enough to choose a word just because it looks nice. A wrong word can change the meaning of a sentence.

Understand Your Arguments

Understanding the argument is key to writing an essay. This will allow you to critically analyze the evidence. Sometimes, side notes can reduce the effectiveness of the system. Conciseness in your documents.

You must critically analyze the evidence before you add it to your essay. It is important to verify that the thesis can be supported by it. Every unsupported evidence should be excluded.

Make sure that your essay has a strong connection to your topic and argument before you add anything.

Write a Conclusion

It is often overlooked that academic essays end with a conclusion. Remember that a conclusion must support your thesis and your research together.

Copying a section of your thesis is not allowed. It must not be a rewrite of the introduction. A strong conclusion can help you outline the main points of evidence in an academic essay.

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