The only thing I am the boss of is a jar of Nutella. (The big jar, not the small one.)
Maybe you’re like me—you’ve had some leadership roles and some supervisor experience, but you aren’t in charge of a flock of underlings typing frantically from their cubicles.
You may not be the one in charge at your workplace, church or other group, and you certainly can’t control whoever is, but you can still make an impact no matter your position.
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As I move into the last year of my twenties, even the thought of owning a houseplant still seems like too much of a tie-me-down commitment. As a single, I want my life to be my own.
And I must confess: I love it that way. In fact, I love it too much.
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At 28, the only thing I’m sure about is that I’ve stopped growing — in inches that is. As I reflect upon my near three decades on this earth, I’ve realized I’ve forgotten a lot, learned a little, and am still discovering even more.
In a culture where our 20s have become the be-all-end-all decade of our lives, we’ve become more obsessed with being there than getting there. And while I may have plateaued at 5’10 in kindergarten, God’s not done with me yet.
There are a lot of things I’ve seen people stick on their cars. Antlers. Pink handlebar moustaches. Menorahs.
But the stick figure family bumper sticker has infected more cars than the Toyota recall of yesteryear.
So what do you do if you are a single girl sans stick companions to slap on your car’s rear window?
For the single girl who has everything she will ever need:
For the single and searching girl:
For the single girl who has given up all hope:
You’re welcome, ladies. You’re welcome.
Life as a resident assistant at a Christian college would have been a lot easier if I could have texted my female resident, “I know there’s a guy in your room after visitation hours.” It would have saved me a lot of hassle from knocking on her door, coaxing a confession out of her, and then weaseling my way into her room to find him hiding in the closet behind her laundry basket. Then again, I would have never learned how to confront situations and resolve conflict well. In a culture where we have more screen time than face time, we’re more worried about cultivating the art of showcasing our dinner than the art of our interpersonal skills. As a result, our social media outlets are killing four major social skills.