“Prayers are prophesies. They are the best predictors of your spiritual future. Who you become is determined by how you pray. Ultimately, the transcript of your prayers becomes the script of your life.” The Circle Maker by Mark Batterson
In 2005, I was 20 years old. I moved off campus and into my own apartment – all 602 square feet of it. I had no living room set, no cable, but it was my cozy home. As the frigid months approached, I realized that I was in way over my head. At the time, I was working part-time at a daycare making $7.25 an hour. I was a full-time college student. I had $1000 a month in bills to pay. I fell into a deep depression that year. Routinely, I would have a pastor friend of mine wake up at 6am and pray for me before I went in to work. Looking back, I know that it was only God that got me through that year.
The journey is favorably underway. Here I am, 31 days since the start of my internship with Caren West PR and whoa, have I learned a great deal so far. From day one, I was literally thrown in sans life vest into the vastness of PR life. I’m not sure who told us that PR was all parties and beer but it is not. At least not everyday. Public relations is the business of people. We are the managers. We are damage control. We are the informants. In this role, we help businesses shine. And from reading my blog, you’re already aware that helping people shine their light is what I love.
Over the weekend, love permeated through my social media accounts. Graduations, babies, weddings, family gatherings – all of the things that make the heart smile. I felt the love and happiness through my computer screen.
I’ve had the pleasure of spending quality time with my not so little cousin Marcha these past two months in Atlanta. This girl is something else. She loves her family, loves herself and laughs a lot. She’s inquisitive and isn’t afraid to go after what she wants. She has funny sayings like “tough business” and “yaaassss GaGa”. She is intelligent and pretty much amazing. For this short period of time, her presence really made me happy.
I have a confession to make. I am obsessed with paper.
Notebooks. Sticky notes. Planners. Stationary. Cards. You name it, I’ve got it stocked. My latest obsession is letterpress business cards. I’ve been researching design ideas for a new personal logo and every card I’ve seen on letterpress snagged my attention. It’s the unique design that screams vintage and memorable.
When most little girls and boys were playing with baby dolls and action figures, I was busy entertaining myself with my board game called The Game of LIFE. Man, I wanted to be a grown up so bad that I was okay settling with the toy version of adulthood. Should I go to college or straight to work? Should I have a family of four or travel the world? Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. And surely, just like in real life, your choices will be affected by the path you choose. That’s just life.
Our real lives are very much like The Game of LIFE, isn’t it? Brimming with twists and turns and uncertainty. Change is indeed scary, but it is necessary for growth.
Your 20s are the most exhilarating time of your life. It’s invigorating and exhausting at the same time. Now, at 29, I can say that I’ve experienced a lot in my 20s. I can say that I’ve grown to know what’s best for me. I’ve learned that whatever you go through, grows you. This is your journey. Make the most of it.
I was having a conversation with a 25 year-old friend about life and how so many of us in our 20s are wasting time. We’re under the assumption that this is the time to party hard and get everything out of our system. I know my early 20s was that way. I was slightly out of control. I certainly didn’t have my head on my shoulders like my friend at her age. The difference between us is she decided early on not to let the uncertainty and fear keep her from pursuing her possibilities. She didn’t just live in the now, she balanced and prepared for her future.
One who has finally learned that it is in the nature of objects to come and go without ceasing, rests in detachment and is no longer subject to suffering. —Ashtavakra Gita
I have a problem: I think I’ve grown attached.
Recently, I found myself lamenting to a friend about being alone. I cried about not having anyone. Yes, I have a few friends, but they have husbands and wives and boyfriends and girlfriends and kids and dogs. That’s the sucky part about growing older. Everyone starts pairing up and you’re just crouched in a corner ripping the crust off of stale bread. Or whatever. Maybe you want what they have, maybe you don’t. All that matters is that you’ve become painfully aware of your aloneness as you mature.
So naturally, you try to find someone or something to attach to. You become attached and you want to do everything with that person. That’s not always possible or logical. So what do you do? You smack yourself in the face and say, “Self, get a grip and grow up.” People are not possessions and situations are not permanent.
Polar vortex, we bid you adieu. Spring has finally come to reclaim its proper place. My limbs, mental state and the entire United States are forever grateful.
I don’t know about you but I pretty much want to be naked already. But since that’s not necessarily acceptable yet, there are a few items I’m looking forward to this season. I thinking I’ll go girly-glam. Sheers, pastels, neons and slingbacks. Whether that will happen or not, only time will tell.