The number one definition of failure is a lack of success. The second is the omission of expected or required action. These are interesting definitions as success is probably the most ubiquitous word in the English language. Continue reading “Failure”
As the year draws to a close I find myself reflecting upon the past calendar year. It was filled with a lot of ups and downs and one of the hardest things I have ever gone through. Perhaps that is why sitting here now I cannot help but to think about the beauty of new beginnings and all that can be learned from them.
After Austin I was so incredibly lost, it was as if someone had come in and quite literally pulled the rug from under me. My dad had made it seem like getting a job and moving onto adulthood from the magnificent, protected pseudo-adulthood that is college was easy and maybe it was in 1977 or even 2007, but after the economy crashed it simply put was not, even for those of my peers that knew what they wanted to do.
It is funny now as I reconnect with friends from long ago they all say the one thing I knew in college and way before…. I did not and was not cut out to sit in an office for 8-10 hours a day. When I recount to friends how I have been working with a career coach and realized that the office thing is never going to workout for me the resounding answer from anyone that knew or knows me well is “I could have told you that!”. You were always the dreamer.. the person that never quite fit in the box, the hot pink crayon in the neutral section of the box. Continue reading “Dreamer”
Phase 1 of my adult life began at an Americorps program in Austin, TX. This would prove to be the toughest, most life changing 9 months of my life. The experience opened my eyes to a whole different side of America that up until that moment I had been privileged enough or perhaps sheltered enough to not know existed, depending on how you flip the coin. I have learned that sheltering and privilege are part of the very reason why these social justice problems still exist in our country. If the more privileged classes pretend social problems do not exist and that equality abounds or worse yet refuse to talk about or become uncomfortable when these issues are brought up change cannot happen. Unfortunately, we need those people to take a stand and create an uproar. We all know money is power and without it it can be very hard to draw enough attention and awareness to a problem to even begin to make a change. Too often in our country the people going through the worst social ills do not have the power, resources or time to make the change without someone helping them out and bringing greater attention to the issues. For me Austin would be my eye opener to just how much needed to be changed in our American society. It was also the first place where I experienced what I perceived as personal failure, burnout and began to really question who I was and what I was doing.
Well what are you going to do with your life was always beyond a loaded question for me. I was/still am one of those people who always said I am going to change the world, which has gotten a lot more laughter than praise in my adult life, but I still stick to that goal to this day.