Called to Live Radically

I have a confession to make. I ate way too much food last night.

Single. That word seems to have the power to cause dread in any young (and not-so-young) adult's life. Being labeled as "single"  is often perceived as being a failure, rejected, or unloved. We are so quick to determine our value by others' opinion of us, and the reminder that we don't have that "special someone" is just another jab in the side. But why does being "single" always have to have a negative connotation? What if we decided to change our perspective? If we saw this unique period in our life as it is - unique?  What if, instead of bemoaning our singleness, we embraced it?

Poetry is one of those genres I've never written much of, but I love it. It has a way of connecting with your emotions that no other form seems to possess. Maybe it's the rhythm, or perhaps it's all the literary uses of alliteration, similes, and rhyme patterns - I don't know. Regardless, a well-written poem is a beautiful piece of literary art.

Monday marks the one year anniversary of my first day in the fast-food industry. It's been a long year.

Since the two weeks I lived a restricted life-style for a self-imposed challenge, I am shocked by what I have been learning.