I remember back in my eighth grade social studies class when we spent an entire week learning how to write a check. Where your name should go, where and how to write the amount, as if none of this was self explanatory. The last and only time I even touched a check was when my grandma sent me ...
Turning 30 can be a very scary prospect in your 20s. As 30 appeared on the horizon, I went from not caring at all about it to a panicked cliché I really thought I was going to avoid. That fear was backed up by the fact I was single, renting and not in my dream job (or even sure what that was). ...
Over the past couple days, I’ve been reflecting on what it means to grow. How do you know when you’ve outgrown a specific part of your life and its time to move on? What does “moving on” mean? It started when I was talking to a couple friends of mine, other graduate students in their early ...
When Erin turned 28 in January, her post about birthday blues really struck a chord with me. I turned 27 in February and definitely felt the weight of an insurmountable list of things I want to accomplish or experience. But the important question is why we feel this way. Where is all the ...
