Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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Hidden Glory of the Mist so Sweet and Those Who Wrap Themselves Therein
Among the briers there lives a rose, Beneath the brush, where nobody knows. Creeping critters cross by without seeing, Deeply hid, this rose simply enjoys being.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Our Slow Journey into Minimalism
Minimalism. Over the last several years my wife and I have started a slow journey toward minimizing our lives. I will not lie, some days it feels like I am pulling teeth. She tends to have way more attachments to material possessions, whereas I tend to have very few attachments to things. As of right now, we have a four-year-old daughter who has been given many toys, stuffed animals, and random items that well-meaning relatives love to give her. It gets overwhelming, very overwhelming when we get rid of some of these items and before we know it, the items have doubled. Some days I look around our house and I feel mentally exhausted when I see how much stuff we have laying around. As Americans, we tend to fall into thinking we need all this stuff, when in reality we don't need most of it. Can we please get back to the basics? Americans get way too caught up in stuff.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Lifehack
This Choir Sings to Me
This choir sings to me. Singing sadly, coldly as can be, Expressionless and still as stone, Beautifully somber in pitch and tone.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
The Walking Word
My life is here today, but could be gone tomorrow, this is why I want to make it count, living as if tomorrow doesn't exist.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
In Two Weeks
Your wedding is two weeks away, for you, I'll continue to pray, that all will go well with your new bride, always in her joy, you will now surely abide.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
They Told Us
They told us to be strong. They told us to never act wrong. They told us we couldn’t break. They told us what we had to make.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Stirred to Action
Give us a mission and a calling, Before we know it, we are falling, More in love...more in love. Send us to the hungry and downtrodden,
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
These Men Cried
When this man cried, it was because his wife had slipped away and died. When this man cried, it was because he had just met his bride to be.
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
Mixed Queens
There's nothing but Grace here, Mercy showed her pretty face, Like queens who have been enthroned; Humble, gentle queens with their faces to the table,
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
ESFP
They bring life to every party, always quite wild and joyfully hardy. Singing a tune or dancing a jig, making everyone laugh as they wear a funny old wig.
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
Greatest Misdeed
Without any other lead, there is no way to proceed. Stolen innocence, greatest misdeed, conscience ignored, hearts bleed. Justice will surely forge a path, otherwise souls will continue in bloodbath, in misbegotten rugged raining wrath, all the while miscalculating life's vicious aftermath.
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
INTJ Women: Why Do They Struggle to Fit in with Their Gender?
It is commonly said by countless females who are T (Thinking) types that they struggled to fit in with other girls or women all throughout their lives. Why is this? I specifically want to look more in-depth at the INTJ female type and why she may feel especially feel alienated for the majority of her life. According to the website Caeer Planner, only 0.9% of women are truly INTJ's. Also, if you notice, most of the T types for females are less common. Here are five major reasons why I believe INTJ women will often times feel like they don't fit in to their gender.
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Humans