My birthday is on Friday and as of July 25th, I will have approached the tail end of my twenties.
My initial reaction was to feel sad. Older cousins, friends, and co-workers have always told me, Your 20’s are the best decade of your life. Enjoy it! Don’t do what I did and get married. Get your education now before you acquire more responsibilities. And I have taken these words of wisdom to heart and have fully embraced every aspect of my 20’s: the high points, the low points, the confusion, the heartbreak, the freedom, the fun times, the excitement, the happy moments and overwhelming moments.
But like the saying goes, All good things must come to an end, and this second decade of my life has truly been one of those good things.Read More »
Call me entitled because my parents told me I was special. Call me a unfocused because I switch jobs more often than most people switch the songs on their workout playlists. Call me Peter Pan because I still live with my parents. Call me whatever you want because I believe there is more to life than going to the same job each day from 9:00am until 5:00pm; working on the same project day in and day out; driving to the same company 250 days each year; and waiting 35 years to retire from the same company you’ve been working in since you graduated college.
I’ve mentioned before how aggravated I become at journalists for talking about how entitled millennials are and how difficult we can be to work with. The truth is that as the Baby Boomers retire, the millennials are taking over the workforce. We believe in work-life balance over the work-is-your-life mentality. We want to live our lives to the fullest.
I have been in the workforce for 5 years now and some of the processes and systems bewilders me sometimes. How is it that the Baby Boomers and Generation X were okay with these obsolete workplace practices. Well, my 75 million peers and I are here to challenge the status quo.
In my relatively short career, I could not help but ponder why some of the things occur in the workplace the way they do. Here’s my attempt at explaining my frustration with the workplace.Read More »
I think Black American women are [ghetto], but not you, you’re different.
– My African Co-worker
Unfortunately, there are still people who endorse the belief that African American women are ghetto. It always amazes me that after all these years of the media exposing viewers to successful, educated, and refined African American women, people still believe the hype. Some of these stereotypes are laughable and unsurprising, but some of it rather shocking and a little disturbing.Read More »
Okay, so I am the only one of my friends who is unmarried. Wait, God. Did I miss something? Maybe it’s the guy who sat next to me in church 3 months ago? The one with the nice smile and straight teeth. The one who made it a point to greet me during tithes and offering and make remarks about the message to me. The one who asked for my number so we can have Bible study but for some strange reason, I got a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach and turned him down?
Waiting for your special someone is not an easy feat. Let me tell you.
Last weekend, I met a guy who made my skin crawl. Needless to say, a date with him will not be on the agenda in the near future. Given this, I still find myself stressing about why I am not meeting anyone. I have tried everything. I have read all the relationship blogs. I go out; I meet people; I’ve even joined an online dating site. Nothing is happening.
If there is anything that life has taught me in the past 20-something years is that the best things come easy and in its own time. There is no need to force a relationship or meeting the right one. Perhaps I am not meeting anyone because today is not the right day.
My guy is wherever he is getting prepared for that day when I will walk into his life. And what am I doing? Worrying. What if I missed him?Read More »
Let me update you on the moments from Day 6 through Day 22 that have made my days happy.
I drive to the gas pump, turn off the ignition, reach for my wallet, and climb out the car. As I was about to swipe my VISA card, I realize that the boyfriend beat me to it. He was already filling up my tank. Awwwww!
I’m at Atlanta Hartsfield International Airport, running as late as ever, when I run into Mike Epps, who is cracking jokes like his usual self. I arrive late to my gate and the flight attendant relieves my stress by booking me for a later flight, without any delay. I reach my destination an hour later than my original flight. Hallelujah.
Eating lunch with a friend I hadn’t seen in more than 5 years. The old adage holds validity, “Like fine wine, friends get better with time.”
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