rebelling against low expectations
Six weeks into my first semester of college, I’m hunkered down in my dorm room with plenty of blankets and a lot of emotions. Panic dropped me off at the train station of college life. Now I’ve stepped off the platform to a wasteland of existentialism. Confused, empty, tired. Needy. Those feelings I’ve always wrestled with edge their way back into my mind. I covered them well, the doubts and...
We have stretched ourselves thin for too long. We are writers, STEMers, and musicians. We rehearse with the worship team or change diapers in the nursery, work 40 hours a week at a minimum wage job, and stay up all night filing information into our brains for AP and college courses. And while we’re at it, maybe we could start an Instagram account, no, a blog, no, a book! Because there’s a whole...
“I can do it.” Those four simple words were the embodiment of my attitude towards guys throughout my early teenage years. With the strong feministic views of society crowding my mind, I was not about to let anyone, especially a guy, help me. I was a strong, independent woman, and I could do it myself. I remember very clearly one afternoon at church, when we were all clearing up after a church...
Stress. We hear that word a lot in our society today. It’s a word used to describe how we feel when we have a lot on our plates, along with many expectations. Tests, deadlines, tension, jobs, and our futures are only some of the things that overwhelm us. This generation is anxious and stressed, that is including me. In fact, stress has become a common and usual emotion for just about everyone. As...
rebelling against low expectations
