When I turned twenty-seven, I finally started to feel like a real adult. I was still at the same job I had been miserable at when I was twenty-two, but things had changed dramatically. I went from being a temporary employee to a supervisor of nearly 60 people, in five years. I was proud of myself. Managing people can be stressful and has the potential to bring out the worst in people. A good manager is wise, thoughtful of others and isn’t easily frustrated– traits that are important for anyone to have.
After years of putting in work at a place that was amazing (just not for me), God rewarded me. Not because I was perfect and heeded his every word, but because He looks out for his children. He knew I needed that promotion and affirmation that my time there wasn’t a complete waste. By the time I earned the managerial position I occupied, I had already been in most the positions of the people who reported to me. That fact was an advantage for me and the people I supervised. It helped us relate to one another and caused me to empathize with them because I knew how tough it was walking in their shoes. Twenty-seven was about career-building, working long hours and doing boring adult stuff. It was probably one of the least eventful years of my 20s, but it was definitely necessary.
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