Adventures of a VBS Teacher

Children. My philosophy regarding kids is they’re cute from a distance. I love it when my friends and family have kids because I can hold and play with the child when he or she is happy. Once the tears release, I can hand the child over and wish the parents good luck.

Don’t get me wrong…I do love kids. But at this moment in my life, children are off my radar because A) I’m a bit too selfish and there’s some things I want to accomplish before I even think about having kids and B) I don’t think the world is ready for a mini-me just yet.

What some call their “baby fix”, I call it hanging out with small humans. Hanging out with these small humans ranges from babysitting, to hanging out with an individual that happens to bring along a small human, or I volunteer to hang out with the kiddos. This summer, I took a step into Vacation Bible School world. My job was to teach small humans about how awesome this guy named Jesus is and how we can show that love to others. During that week, I received hundreds of hugs, shared a few great laughs, and learned a few lessons from the kids.

Kids are Energizer Bunnies. THEY DON’T STOP MOVING. They just keep going and going and going. When I first dove into VBS week, I was taken aback because I wasn’t sure how to handle all this energy thrown out at me. After sitting back and observing the chaos, I recognized that all that energetic chaos was just having fun…so as an almost adult, I jumped right into the fun.

Kids really do say the darnedest things. During my first night of VBS, one child wanted to share the story of this one time his sibling had lice. He proceeded to stand up and itch his hair and stomped around. Apparently this was the dance he would do if he had to defeat life. Another kid brought his night-vision goggles “just in case” he needed them to read the Bible. Throughout the whole week, whenever I asked a question about Jesus, she would raise her hand and tell me all about her love of horses. By the end of the week, I put it together that she was trying to tell me that she knows Jesus loves her as much as she loves horses. Seriously…these kids became my heroes.

If candy is involved, kids will do ANYTHING. I’m not ashamed to admit that I bribed my kids to memorize Bible verses in exchange for candy. I guess you could say that I played a role in the kids being jacked up on sugar when we sent them home.

Children haven’t built up walls to keep up with appearances. Kids come to church being who they are. They aren’t worried what others think about them, what committee they should serve on, and get caught up in the politics of the church. They love one another and Jesus…and they are not afraid to tell and show you that. I can’t tell you how many times a small human ran up to me for a hug just because “they loved me.” I wish us big humans expressing how we loved one another more freely.

Children understand more than we would think. I went into VBS thinking I would be talking at the kids. Turns out, they knew a thing or two about this whole Bible thing. Things I would tell them would be remembered later on in the week…one girl wanted to talk more about a previous lesson. One boy knew almost all the answers to my questions because he reads his Bible every single day. Some of the kids didn’t want me to scratch the surface of the lesson…they really wanted to learn about Jesus.

After walking away from that week, I still have to admit that kids are a foreign concept to me. But I learned that these kids aren’t the future of our church…no…they ARE the church. They are fully capable members of our congregations…don’t let their size fool you.

You Is Kind

There’s Something About Nashville…

There’s a heartbeat in Nashville. This rhythm pulsates throughout the city’s veins. The neon lights, the country songs, the friendly head nods from strangers, the way everyone says “y’all”…it’s all part of the rhythm.

Currently I intern for an agency of The United Methodist Church. The mother ship…or main office…is based in Nashville. While I’ve been blessed to work remotely in Indiana, there have been times where I’ve tackled the four-hour drive on I-65 to spend some days in the office. I’ve enjoyed exploring Nashville while on my internship trips.

The city stands behind local. Thanks to friends and colleagues that live full-time in the area, I am constantly on the prowl for new restaurants, coffee shops, and novelty stores. With each local establishment, Nashville takes pride. There’s energy when you walk into these places. Although I’m not a local, those behind the counter make me feel like I’m home in Indy. Some have even remembered my face from the last time I was in town.

There’s never a stranger here. One of my favorite parts of Indy is the big city with small town feel. There’s no stranger to Hoosiers. We smile, strike up friendly conversation with strangers, and are generally very pleasant. Nashville feels the same, except people say “y’all”.

I always find what I’m looking for…even if I didn’t know I was looking for. While exploring, I’ve stumbled into some local establishments not sure what drew me into the store in the first place, but I walk out with new trinkets in hand. Whenever in Nashville, I try to get the Strawberry Shortcake Latte at Edgehill Café and I stock up on my greeting card collection at A Thousand Faces. I didn’t know what was missing…

There are always surprises in store. Whenever I end up in downtown Nashville, I always come across something exciting. My past trip to Nashville last week occurred during the CMA festival. Although I’m not a country music fan, I walked up and down Broadway with friends, taking in the sights, smells, and sounds. I saw Blake Shelton and Lady Antebellum. I spent some moments in bars to take in the live music. I had no idea this was going to be happening during my adventures, but it ended up being the staple of my latest visit.

Of course, there’s the occasional celebrity. Since I don’t follow country music, I don’t know many country artists. However, I did at one point follow all the Disney Channel stars. When I entered the wrong door in a theater, I saw a man surround by important looking people in suits. The man looked familiar, but I was more concerned with getting to my destination. They were kind enough to direct me the right way. Turns out, there was a premiere for a movie. The familiar looking man was Billy Ray Cyrus, or as I exclaimed to a woman nearby, Hannah Montana’s dad!

Nashville, simply put, I love you. Until we meet again…

thankful for those nights

The Story Always Belonged to the Stars

The anticipation of the book could have killed me that winter break. I’m being over-dramatic of course because I was twenty and still hanging onto a lackluster relationship and believed that prince charming was still going to come sweep me off my feet. I had just started embarking on accepting the inevitable—adulthood—but I still was hung up on YA literature. The book I was anticipating on my front doorstep was my autographed copy of John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars.

Although I was never too thrilled with some of Green’s depictions of women (let’s be honest, Margo is a jerk and Alaska is a train-wreck), I would still classify myself as a big fan. I admired how Green could capture emotions that resonated with me. Emotions of loss, fear, and confusion…the way Green captured these on the page made these characters come to life, to become my friends. I couldn’t get enough of John Green. But since all his protagonists were male, I was worried when it was announced the narrative would be in the female perspective. January finally rolled around and I had my answer—John Green nailed it. Hazel Grace beautifully told her love story. Only the occasional glimpse at the cover reminded me that I was reading something written by a man.

I’m still not sure how I feel about The Fault in Our Stars being adapted onto the big screen. One part of me didn’t want to see the movie adaptation because the book is always better than the movie. I fell deeply in love with the novel…I had my own picture of Hazel Grace and Augustus…I didn’t want Hollywood to ruin that piece of me that I allowed John Green to take over and develop this world. The other half of me was curious on how this adaptation would look. The little ‘but’ in me kept reminding myself that John Green had his hand throughout the movie process…he wouldn’t let Hollywood ruin it, right?!

I was in Nashville when the movie premiered. I attended by myself. I didn’t mind being alone, but I did dread the teenaged girls. Even in the lobby, I could tell I was in the minority. I forgot my ‘Okay? Okay.’ shirt…as in I never even bought one. I was in teen paradise…hot dude paired with romance and (SPOLIER ALERT) someone dies…HELLO. I knew there would be plenty of tears.

I ended up sitting next to two teenagers wearing matching ‘Okay’ shirts. They looked about fourteen. I’m assuming I was right because I overheard a phone conversation with one of their moms regarding transportation. Once the movie started, every single girl in the theater cheered when Augustus smiled on screen. They cried hysterically for both the romance and the death parts. It was just a roller coaster of emotions. I teared up a little bit…I mean let’s be honest, it’s about kids with cancer and death. But I felt incredibly old sitting in that theater. I was no longer weeping for the romance as I once did when I was a teenager.

Hollywood didn’t ruin The Fault in Our Stars. What I imagined in my head was mostly seen on screen. However, I find it kind of funny that Indianapolis suddenly has hills. Due to budget reasons, the movie was shot in Pennsylvania. For the most part, the Indiana touch was present, but seeing the hills and how the IMA, well, wasn’t the IMA…I couldn’t help but laugh. The teens next to me didn’t appreciate my cackling. One asked how I would possibly know what Indy looked like that or not. After presenting my driver’s license and UIndy student ID, I only heard horrible sobs from the teens.

But in all seriousness, I walked away from the theater pleasantly surprised. The movie followed the book. There was a lot of romance, but it wasn’t overdone. Death was a common theme, but it was a good reminder…I walked out of that theater remembering that one day, I will die. One day, the people I love will die. The lesson that I originally learned from Hazel Grace and Augustus carried over to the movie…my days are numbered but fear of death will only prevent you from living. Together, Hazel and Gus loved deeply…they truly lived.

Before I pulled out of my parking spot, I thought of those people that I loved and what I could do to better show them that love. I stared up at the stars and smiled. The characters and world I once cherished in my head were no longer just in my head, they were on the big screen…but I looked up at the stars and smiled, because I knew they were always up there, too.


We’re Not Unicorns: Reflections on Annual Conference

Just upfront, I want to apologize for this post because it’s going to be SUPER United Methodist. I’m a Methodist nerd so I get really excited about things like Annual Conference…consider this as your warning.

I was legitimately excited for the Indiana Conference of The United Methodist Church’s Annual Conference—not because I enjoy arguments about pensions, but because I love being reunited with my fellow Hoosier United Methodists under one roof. Seriously, it’s one giant happy family reunion that I at least enjoy attending. I try to make my rounds saying hello to old friends, making new friends, but also engaging in meaningful conversations…sometimes those conversations revolve around the future of The United Methodist Church because I’m a young adult.

In the past, I’ve felt like the unicorn at Annual Conferences. I’ve been to six Annual Conferences now…my first time was overwhelming because I didn’t know what DS’s were, what itinerant meant, and I had no idea why the UMC had an odd love affair with acronyms and abbreviations. My second and third time attending I felt overwhelmed because I was one of the few “token young people” that were in attendance. People wanted to talk to me, which was great, but I typically got the same spiel…”we don’t understand millennials…we don’t understand why your demographic isn’t churched…we don’t know how to attract young people…”

In all honesty, I’ve only had maybe a dozen of these conversations during my time attending Annual Conference. It’s an alarming fact that 90% of the high school students involved with United Methodists youth group will graduate and never return to church (this research is brought to you by the General Board of Higher Education and Ministry). While being a young adult in the UMC, I’ve noticed great strides executed by the denomination to reach out to my demographic—conferences geared towards young people, strong Methodist-related campus ministries, and movements of students coming together to accomplish great things in the name of Jesus Christ.

During this past Annual Conference, Thursday morning was devoted to the INUMC Festival of Young Preachers where 16 aspiring young preachers shared the messages on their hearts. Later that evening, multi-generations gathered for the Eat, Praise, and Preach Dinner in support of young people pursuing their ministry and callings in life. I witnessed a large number of young people gather for community worship in the streets of Indianapolis. Walking through exhibits, I noticed multiple representatives that would easily be classified into the young adult category of The United Methodist Church. There were young people being commissioned and ordained.

Young people showed up and represented!

Although the younger United Methodists aren’t as predominant as other age groups, they are involved and invested in the church. Young adults interested in the church isn’t a myth…we aren’t unicorns, we actually exist.

For my older brothers and sisters in The United Methodist Church, I want to thank you for being invested and excited for young people in the church. Thank you for empowering and inspiring us to get involved. However, I want to caution you to not make too much of a spectacle of the younger generations present at your Annual Conferences, your congregations, etc. In my experience, I’ve felt like a spectacle. I’ve felt like the unicorn people have flocked to because they had to see it to believe it. Young adults are not rare, magical creatures. We are involved in our churches, in our communities, and our denomination.

I’ll admit, there’s not as many young people invested in our denomination that I would like to see, but we don’t want to be segmented as “the young adults of the group”. We don’t want to feel in the spotlight. We want our voices heard…we want to be seen as part of our denomination…equals with our brothers and sisters…we don’t want to feel like the showcase people are flocking for miles to see.

Again, thank you for your efforts, encouragement, and affirmation. We still have a long way to go to continue empowering other young adults within our denomination. But be careful of making a spectacle of the young adults already in your congregations. Sometimes, that makes young adults uncomfortable and risks making them not return. I encourage you to continue your support for young adults in The United Methodist Church. Please, work alongside us to empower even more young people in church leadership.

there is still much to be done

This is Living: My Vow to Start Recapturing the Joy Found in Life’s Small Pleasures

When I graduated a month ago, I was at point in my life where I was concerned with the point A’s and the point B’s of my life, but none of the stops along the way. I rushed to get the end result because the lessons learned along the way weren’t important.

Even periods of my life went like this. I was hung up on the next chapter that I failed to recognize the amazing moments inbetween. The funny thing is that once I finally thought I had made it to a place where I enjoy life, I found myself longing for the future.

I haven’t blogged in awhile, mostly because I was taking the time to figure out my exhaustion. But also, I’ve been battling myself. After being out of school for a week I felt rundown. No matter what I tried, I wasn’t getting better. It started to affect my work, my relationships with friends and family, and my happiness. I didn’t feel like me anymore. I was frustrated because I was, the college grad, the girl that could accomplish anything, but I couldn’t even get out of bed…what was wrong with me?

Honestly, I don’t believe that joy really leaves us. However, I do believe that we allow circumstances to build up a barrier that blocks the simple joys provided by life’s pleasures. For me, I allowed thinking twenty steps ahead get in the way. I allowed thinking I was invincible and could handle anything get in the way. I allowed thinking I was a failure keep me from being happy.

Instead of laying in bed feeling sorry for myself, I decided it was time to start really living. No more making excuses. No more putting myself down. And no more wanting to be in another place. There’s no way to change where I am currently residing in this thing called life. Eventually, I’ll transition into my new journey of Evanston. Until that day arrives, I’ve decided my journey at this moment is recapture those small joys I had blocked out. Therefore, this is the Summer of Jenn where each day is a new adventure, no matter how small the moment may seem…

I’m terrified of birds, but when I heard that you could have an up-close encounter with the penguins at the Newport Aquarium, I thought, ‘How many people could say they hung out with a penguin once?’ With that being said, Rachel and I headed down to Newport to meet some penguins. I remembered the joy and wonder I felt as a child, gazing at the sea creatures. Meeting the penguins, I recaptured the joy of meeting new animal friends….but that doesn’t mean I’ll be warming up to any geese anytime soon.

The Indy 500 is a really big deal in Indy during May. I’ve watched the race, I’ve hung out at the track, but I’ve never been involved. Growing up, I found great joy in volunteering, but as my collegiate career became more hectic, I lost sight of the importance of volunteering. I decided that maybe it was time to get back into the habit and I signed up to volunteer to be a balloon handler at the Indy 500 Parade. I’m sure that the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade crew wasn’t impressed with my lackluster performance, but I felt alive walking those streets of Indy rope in hands. I was taking part of a huge celebration. I remembered the joy I found of feeling like I was really a part of something bigger than me, instead of focusing on my own world. 

There’s nothing more refreshing after a hot summer day than a large glass of root beer. Partaking of this root bear at a drive-in is the icing on the cake. I met up with my friend Nicole to enjoy the simple pleasure of not one, but two root beers from Mug N’ Bun—the best root bear in the Indianapolis area. We just sat there, talking, enjoying each other’s company. A few years ago, I would have considered this a waste of time. Now, I see meeting up with friends just to sit and chat as a crucial part of recharging and enjoying the company of those I love.

I took my cousin on his first roller coaster at Kentucky Kingdom. Although it was a small kiddie-coaster, it was larger and faster than anything he had ever ridden. I could sense his nervousness as we boarded the coaster and slowly inched our way up the hill, but as soon as we accelerated down, I heard his squeal of enjoyment. I was reminded of the joy being around children, but also the thrill and joy found in new adventures.

The Man Friend and I actually dressed up to go to dinner. There have been many times where I wasn’t sure if I had showered, let alone try to dress up nice. As we sat across from each other and shared a meal and conversation, I was reminded how much I loved this man, and the joy that overtook me when I got a glimpse of his smile. I had spent so much time going from responsibility to responsibility, I forgot to take the time to be thankful for the Man Friend…

Starting in high school, I “didn’t have the time” to do anything spontaneous. Heather called the day of an Indy Eleven game with free tickets. A few months ago, I would have turned her down, which is what I did the first time around, but after thinking it through, I called her again to accept her offer. I hadn’t just gone to anything on the whim because ain’t nobody got time for that….but I realized there was time for that…there was time to sit back and enjoy our friendships, even if we didn’t have set plans.

These moments have showed me that we never lose who we are and what brings us joy. Instead, we allow ourselves to get caught up in the busyness of our days and we lose touch with what’s important in life. These moments I shared with you may have been small, they may have been amazing (do I need to remind you that I was able to hang out with a penguin for a few hours?), but all of these experiences the last few weeks helped me recapture my identity. I was never really lost like I had originally thought…I was just pushing what was important to the side for what I thought I needed to be doing thanks to pressures from society and comparing myself to unrealistic standards. Looking back, my mindset was in a constant state of failure, always reading to knock me down when I thought I finally figured out the secret to living a life worth living.

Although it’s been difficult at times, I’ve made a conscious decision to start really living in the moment. It would be easy for me to focus on my next chapter in Evanston, but that won’t do me any good presently. Instead, I’m vowing to myself to enjoy my current adventure, not think twenty steps ahead.

When I leave this world, I don’t want people to remember me for the awards I’d won or the work I’ve accomplished. I want them to remember me as someone who loved everyone dearly and enjoyed each day as it were my last. I’m done with the negative…I’m setting myself free and finally allowing myself to really, truly be alive.

be in love with your life

I Believe in the Indy Eleven

I couldn’t believe the news—Indianapolis was getting a professional soccer team. Excitement radiated throughout the city. Even before the first kick, loyal fans stood behind the team. During the fall, I proudly wore my Indy Eleven scarf throughout the city. Whenever I came across a fellow fan sporting Indy Eleven gear, we would nod at each other, sometimes throwing in the occasional fist bump and “whoop”. Even before the first kick at The Mike, Indy was behind its team.

So far, I’ve been to two Indy Eleven games. Both times I’ve participated in the Brickyard Battalion section. I’ve chanted, screamed, and cheered. Each time I’ve walked away with a rush of excitement that professional soccer was in Indy…and I couldn’t be more proud of my city.

The support that Indy Eleven received is a true testament to Indianapolis. Indy believes in its team. Indy believes in itself. Whenever something new and exciting is happening, this isn’t the type of city where its citizens sit on the sidelines. The people of Indy throw themselves into whatever is happening in the city because they OWN it. They identify as Indy…not just as someone who happens to live in city limits. This is why I will forever love this city.

no time to be bored

Teamwork Makes the Dream Work

There are moments in life where we find ourselves incredibly humbled. Other times we may find ourselves realizing how blessed we truly are in life. Sometimes, we may even find ourselves feeling both humble and blessed at the same time.

Last week, some of Top Dog Communication’s work was recognized to take home both the Best of Show- Program and Best of Show-Project Pinnacle Awards. The work conducted for a former client of mine, Volunteers of America-Indiana Chapter, was recognized for the Best of Show-Project.

When my group was called up to accept our award, a flood of memories hit me. I remembered my feeling of anxiety when I realized that I would have three group members to assist with this project, two of which were beginners. I remembered all the hours I spent strategizing and coming up blank with ideas for tactical work. I remembered those feelings of doubt and frustration I had putting together the strategic look binders. I remembered our group meetings where we shared laughter and ideas. I remembered confidently showing our client our tactics. I remembered that at the end of the project, I couldn’t have been prouder of the group and the work accomplished.

I was humbled, because at first, I doubted how this project was going to turn out. Having a group of four seemed impossible. At the end of the road, I was blessed because we were a mighty group of four and we created something we were all proud to call ours.

Holding the Pinnacle reminded me that things aren’t always what they first seem. Something may seem like a challenge, but in reality, it’s the best experience you could have asked for.

The Pinnacle isn’t my award. It’s OUR award. It’s to that group of four who made things happen. Thanks Abdul, Alex, and Kelbi for journeying with me during this process. You made the dream work.


What’s Being an Adult, Anyways…?

While unpacking the last four years of my life, I’ve been sorting through my hoarder ways to make the move to graduate school less cluttered. Whatever I don’t need is being donated to Goodwill so my things can find a new, loving home. But while going through all my stuff, I’ve noticed a trend—I’m still a child.

It’s embarrassing to admit how much Totoro-themed items I own. And let’s not even talk about the amount of Hello Kitty I have to my name. If you took a peek into my stuff, I don’t think you could determine whether or not I was a college student or an eight-year-old pretending to play house.

I remember friends in high school telling me they feared I was regressing into my childhood because I invested in a Hello Kitty lunchbox. Let me tell you…I LOVED THAT LUNCHBOX. I didn’t care if I was sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, carrying around Hello Kitty’s head. I found joy in Hello Kitty, therefore, I found joy in my lunchbox. I would distress by spending some time with Crayola and a coloring book. I would escape by engrossing myself with the occasional Disney flick. I found comfort wrapped up in my Hello Kitty sweater.

Some said that my love for “childish things” was just a phase. Eventually I would go onto college and grow up. But here I am, a college graduate, and I still own plenty of “childish things”.

But here’s my question…why are some things considered childish? What’s so wrong with enjoying a simple pleasure such as the smell of a fresh box of crayons, the crisp paper of a coloring book, the magic of an animated film, and the smile a cartoon character brings to your face?

We’re in such a hurry to “grow up” to society’s expectations of an “adult life”. But I’d like to challenge what society thinks is an “adult life”. My ideal “adult life” includes spending some quality time with a coloring book, catching the latest animated film at the movie theater, and sipping coffee out of an adored Hello Kitty mug. Enjoying these pleasures doesn’t make me a child…but enjoying these simple “childish” things reminds me that life is more than the pressures and standards we face from society. Life is about the small moments of life…including the relaxation found coloring in my new Hello Kitty coloring book.

Totoro and Hello Kitty will be moving to Evanston with me…and I’m not the least bit ashamed.

enjoy the little things

Jenn and Levi’s Excellent Adventure

I’ve never really been the spontaneous one. In my family and group of friends, I’ve been the planner. I’m the one that has the itinerary on lockdown. When I was in the fifth grade, my parents had to give me a paper bag to hyperventilate in because we were lost somewhere in Chicago…and that WAS NOT IN THE ITINERARY. My parents mostly ignored my dramatic behavior and encouraged me to be open to this concept of “adventure”. Adventure was too much of a hassle that I couldn’t handle because it was so unpredictable.

As I’ve grown and matured, I’ve been more open to adventure. Although it’s embarrassing, I have to thank The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants for opening me up to the possibility of travel. Yes, corny, but there was something intriguing about these girls exploring different parts of the world, being open to new experiences, and the memories created…and the cute boys. Once at college, adventure was something I started to embrace. I craved life-changing experiences…but I thought I could only find those halfway across the world. I soon learned that adventure could happen anywhere.

Back in February, I saw Margot and the Nuclear So & So’s had a show in Newport, KY. I reached out to my friend Levi, a fellow Nukes fan, to see if he wanted to go. Honestly, I thought it was a long shot since he lives in Denver, but Levi said he would make it to Indiana, no doubts whatsoever.

And he did.

Last weekend, I picked up Levi from the Indianapolis airport. We explored downtown and I introduced him to some of my favorite spots on Mass Ave. A little birdy told me a statue of Grumpy Cat and Lil’ Bub made out of tires existed downtown, so we embarked on an adventure to find the sacred Internet cat statues. I showed off the “world famous tree” of Greensburg, Indiana. We made our way to a small concert venue across the River from Cincy to experience a fantastic show from Margot and the Nuclear So & So’s.

Levi was here for less than 24 hours. Yet during that mini-adventure, we had a blast. There were no plans. All I knew was when Levi was arriving, when the show started, and what time Levi needed to be boarding a plane for his next adventure. Everything inbetween just sort of happened. No itineraries. No brown paper bags.

We are only young once. There are so many opportunities for adventure. We are restricted by our itineraries and common sense. We just need to embrace the unknown…because that’s where the fun begins.

we are never going to be as young as we are tonight


I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to do when I headed off to college. When looking at the list of degrees and potential degrees, communication seemed that it would fit well with my extrovert personality. When I showed up for registration day, I was told there were entities to be chosen. Public relations interested me, but I wasn’t sure exactly where it would take me. I went up to the head PR professor and asked if I could join the student-run PR firm before classes started. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I knew I needed to dive headfirst into the PR program.

After a four-year journey, I can’t imagine my life without Top Dog Communication. I spent six semesters participating in the firm, learning more about public relations. I discovered what I loved about PR, what I wanted to pursue as a career in PR, and what type field of PR wasn’t for me. For those six semesters, I had the opportunities to work with five amazing nonprofits, four of which I served as the Account Executive, learn how to manage and mentor a group of Account Associates, attend numerous conferences, and have the firm’s work recognized.

As a Top Dog alum, I received a shirt with #ForeverATopDog on the back. We are supposed to take pictures of us wearing the shirts wherever we may end up in the world. I’m no longer in Top Dog Communication, but I will always carry the opportunities and experiences I had with Top Dog along with me on my next journey. I’m still not certain where exactly my career in PR will take me, but I do know I will always be proud and forever will be a Top Dog.

spend last dollar on PR