maturity

If you're in your 30s and single, you need to read this.
You could, you know. You could be one of the organizing forces of the evolution of humanity over the next century. But, first, you have to get off the middle school playground. You have to let go of your identity as that guy who calls himself Crazy Larry and throws confetti at the camera to sell used cars. You have to get a little more mature, yourself.
Little did I know when I was in grade school, I was given the greatest advice for my life. Based on Dr. Seuss' words of wisdom, and a little courage, I have all that I need to take the world by storm.
What America's largest voting block values in a candidate's appearance.
So to my friend who quit her favorite salon, and my friend who drives an hour out of her way and my friend who now colors her hair at home, STOP! I know it's uncomfortable, but of all our issues, hair should be taken off the list
I've reached my first full year as an "adult." I've graduated college, moved myself to a city, and attempted to find answers to life's most pressing challenges. As I look back on my first year in "the real world", a few noticeable themes come to mind.
My heart was beating so fast I thought it'd pop out of my chest. I was transfixed standing in back of the high-energy, full-throttle director in the TV control room : "In Five, Four, Three, Two, One. And ..WE..ARE..LIVE!"
I'm dealing with learning to be stable. I'm learning that when someone loves you they don't dispose of you at the drop of a dime. I'm learning that when you sit still and take time, you truly love and care about someone.
This business of 'you don't look your age' ... What does it mean exactly? And mind you, I'm guilty of saying it too! I intend it as a compliment of course, and I know that when people tell me I don't look 50-something they are saying I look younger. But, is that a good thing?