We need to be careful about the way we describe who we are.
Being a camp counselor was what I refer to as my “glory days.”
My grandparents have taught me numerous lessons to help me be the best person I can be.
The lessons I learned from alcohol go beyond just don’t drink and drive.
This time last year I was a miserable mess. I felt trapped in my job that I knew had no direction for me, and I had zero luck in my year-long job hunt.