For those of you who don’t know me personally and didn’t read my bio (rude, just kidding), I went to college for a degree in English… and earned one. Ha!
And now: the real world. Finding a job. Earning moneys. Oy.
If you haven’t read my bio, you probably wouldn’t know that I studied English in college. That being said, I was
dragged toured through the majority of literary history, required to read the “greatest hits” from most time periods, and while I’m a picky reader, there were some that I actually liked. A lot. And if you haven’t read The Great Gatsby, honestly, the newest movie was the best version I’ve seen, so you can go watch that. I’ll wait.
Part of my goal this year was to become a better steward, not only in my finances, but also in how I take care of my body and things I need to operate in the world, like my car.
It wasn’t until I got to college that I began to fully appreciate the little things my dad taught me about car maintenance: I got a flat tire on my way to a class (I think I ran over some nails or glass in an intersection), and though he came out to help me, I did most of the work myself.
Life is funny.
2014 was a good year for me. I learned a lot about myself, and in learning, I found a lot of things about me that I don’t like and need to change.
Having just rather recently flown somewhere, I can tell you the experience is lovely.
Having just flown somewhere with people on board the plane, I can tell you it’s not always as lovely as it could be.
But there’s this one scenario everyone’s heard of and everyone acts as if it’s the most rude thing a person could do.
Yep: the crying baby.
No no, I don’t mean the Disney one. Chill.