Where's Home Today?

I'll be the first to admit this - I get homesick.  And I think as long as I live I will, at times, feel the tinge of homesickness.  It's not to say I won't love wherever life finds me, but there's a certain comfort we leave when we finally fly the nest.  It's expected, and it's the way it is.

We unfortunately aren't all blessed with a happy home to remember.  Yet throughout our lives we seek comfort in something.  And that comfort IS your home.  It doesn't even need to keep you dry from the rain.  It could be a person, a place, a memory, a book - whatever.  But the reality is, we move on from these things - all the while keeping them safe (and sometimes hidden) in our hearts.  It's not a sign of weakness or altered reality.  We all at some point have a "home," and when its no longer within easy reach...we miss it.

So what's your home?  Is it an actual place where you grew up, or is it something more? Is your home simply hope?   What's fascinating is that as we grow, we establish new homes.   We never forget those other things, only find more significant "homes" to value.  This is good, isn't it?  It shows that we continue to grow, to face challenges, to deal.  We meet people, we establish ourselves further in our careers.  Finding new homes reflects our refusal to stagnate.  We as humans just cannot sit still for too long.  We are always learning, even if we have lived and worked in the same place for years.  Our generation, fellow TwentySomethings, is especially mobile.  We have to be, it's a reaction to survive in the present day.  

So if you're feeling homesick, visit your home in your memories, for even just a moment.  Refuel for a bit, then focus on your day at hand.  One thing we have guaranteed to us is our thoughts.  If we utilize this power correctly, we will never feel truly alone.  When that loneliness hits, remember this: we are ALL in this together.  We are all living in this moment.  We are all fighting our own battles.  Life was never supposed to be easy.  Even if you have the financial stability of royalty, there will be something else to worry about.  If you have love, there will be something else to worry about.  If you feel happiness, embrace it, and realize even when you're truly happy, there will be things that worry you.  

I like to think we have a power over ourselves that's often forgotten.  We become victims of circumstance and our past.  We label ourselves and begin playing that pesky game of "trying to please everyone else."  It's not being selfish or rude to put yourself first.  If you lose your way in life, nothing is stopping you but yourself from stepping back on to the path you want to travel.  This is a realization that is SO HARD for most everyone to come to terms with.  We are all very smart and know our own minds the best.  So why in the world do we doubt ourselves?  If you're kind to others, be kind to yourself.  If you aren't kind to others, knock if off, asshole, and start playing nice.       

As always, please keep those chins up.  You don't want to see what's stuck to that sidewalk anyway.

What NOT to do to Get that Job, From an Unexpected Insider

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, TwentySomethings! I know it’s the weekend and the last thing you really care about is anything besides the color green and drunken debauchery.  Yet, while I have this moment, I want to share some valuable tips I’ve realized while watching my current place of work rapidly expand their employee base.

I’m usually the initial person a potential candidate will see once they enter our doors.  I, being fresh from the unemployed stage of a clever college grad myself, will be forever stunned with what my peers think they can get away with when interviewing.  Those articles you’ve read about job searching weren’t lying.  It’s a good idea to keep common sense about you.

So take heed, and good luck – may the force be with you.

-       Don’t forget your application!  Even if you electronically sent one, bring some extra hard copies in your portfolio.  Throw some extra resumes in there, too.  You never know who may drop in unexpectedly during your interview (it really happens).

-       Read the damn email.  I have no idea how many times people forget something we’ve requested because they merely skimmed the email.

-       Don’t be late, but don’t be stupidly early either. It turns out your interviewer is most likely doing other things with their day other than just seeing you. Being early is always a good thing, but don’t overdue it.  Two hours sitting in the lobby will not get you any closer than that other guy who came 15 minutes early.  It really just comes across as bad time management.  And you’re much better than that.

-       Be NICE.  To EVERYONE.  They ask the receptionist too, you know.  I’ve seen candidates that were at the top of the list get booted off as soon as the interviewer found out about what fools they were acting like down the hall.

-       Maintain your professionalism at all times.  Just because you’re standing in front of the elevator doesn’t mean we still can’t see you.  And you don’t know whom that is standing NEXT to you in the elevator either.  Save the last minute adjustments for your car or the bathroom stall.

-       For everyone’s sake DRESS NICE. Nobody’s going to chastise you for dressing TOO good. Just be professional.  A prom dress or even dark wash jeans won’t make you look any smarter or a better choice.  This is unique to the company, but err on the side of professional. Please.

-       Sorry, I’m all for self-expression, independence and personal freedom, but guess what?  You want a job?  You’re going to have to play the game, even if it’s just for a little while so you can get that paycheck and move on to something more fulfilling.  It’s really cool you like metal bands, I like some metal bands too. But you won’t see me looking like the bass player of Cradle of Filth anytime soon.  And if it’s an office job 9 to 5 you're going for, you shouldn't look like him, either. At least during that 9 to 5 stretch…if you can make it.

-       See that candy dish on the receptionist’s desk?  It is for everyone.  And you might be safe to gamble and snatch some.  But chances are, if you dig into that bowl like a greedy two year old...you’ll look like a greedy two year old - without a job.

-       It’s recommended that while looking at potential college campuses to ask/irritate current students how they like it there.  This principle changes a bit for the workplace, however.  Chances are, if you walk up to an employee at your place of interview and ask if they like their job...they’re going to say yes, even if it’s a bold face lie.  They probably need the paycheck, and telling a stranger how they really feel puts that revenue into danger.  You’re better off looking online for workplace reviews where these people can hide under the anonymity of the Internet.  Then they'll talk.  And oh, will they talk.

-       ASK QUESTIONS.  Show you’re listening.  If you are a good candidate you probably did some research about the place. Show that knowledge off while maintaining a tactful demeanor.  Your interviewers won’t read your mind, even if they could.  They got enough bouncing around in their own brains.

It is my hope that these observations help you get a step closer to the job you’re reaching for.  Now go get ‘em.

The Coffee Experience and You

Rather than jump on the bandwagon and discuss the disappointment of advertisements during this year’s Superbowl (there were some gems, don’t get me wrong - just not a lot of breathtaking segments), I’ve decided to write about something else that will be more worth your time in the long haul.  Coffee.

Now now, I can hear your grumble already.  I’m not talking about the pretentious coffee that snooty people clench onto whilst hustling down the sidewalk to Macy’s.  I’m not even talking about the coffee shop I’m sitting in right now (by the way table-neighbor, you’d be feet-tapping too if you were listening to these guys).  I’m talking about the Coffee Experience.  

Experience?  The last time I put any thought to experience was when I was updating my resume.  Yet think about it - many Americans suck coffee down several times a day as if its needed for zombie apocalypse survival.  It’s a lifeblood.  I think its safe to say caffeine has a lot to do with it, but we can get that jolt of the friendly drug in other ways - through soda, energy tonics, etc.  So why do so many of us default to coffee?  I’ll tell you: taste for some, the promise of a familiar comfort for most.

I am not a morning person.  I never was and highly doubt I’ll ever be.  One of the things that make getting out of a pillowy, heavenly bed less soul-sucking is a cup of coffee.  Hot, aromatic, and punished with huge amounts of half & half.  The experience of wrapping my fingers around a warm mug and taking that first gulp of “Hello World!” really does something.

We can recall those Folgers ads that harken a good-timey feeling of family and love like this one. Awwweeeeeeee.  This ad isn’t selling coffee of course.  It’s selling the experience of Christmas Morning with loved ones...or at least those you have to tolerate in order to get a good cup of coffee around here.

Yet for me, Fair Trade and responsible coffee is much more important than a brand name.  This is why I think you should check out Peace Coffee. Establishments such as this one pay attention to where their beans come from, assuring farmers are getting paid and treated as all humans should be...with fairness and respect.  

That being said, it takes more than a feel-good advertisement to buy your favorite coffee.  My Coffee Experience is directly related to human rights and justice.  When I clench onto my reusable coffee mug knowing the farmers who sweated in their crops are getting compensated for their hard work, I feel good.  I feel like I’m not hurting someone with my caffeine vice.  I’m assisting in their livelihood.  What’s your Coffee Experience?

In my office, it seems, the coffee machine is absolutely a god.  In the morning you’ll find a good chunk of employees standing around it, groggy like a cowboy’s horse at the watering hole after a day’s wrangling.  The machine churns and spits out brown nectar in a constant stream and soon the line wains and people return to their offices and desks, ready to start the day just as they have been for years.  When the midday hits, it happens all over again.  Some are more dependant than others.  But you WILL know when the machine’s broken.  A roar of agonizing screams is usually the first clue.

This isn’t to criticize the working person’s ritual, especially since my blood-to-coffee ratio is probably worse anyway.  The marketing nerd that I am, however, wants to dissect this behavior to pieces.  Coworkers have their special mugs or use the ones provided by the office, doctor their drink in their own special way, and have the same ritual for each cup, each day. This experience of a cup of coffee has personal branding all over it.

Travel mugs can be as mundane as Bueller’s roll-calling teacher or as full pf pizazz as a jar of glitter and Carrot Top.  Coffee can be taken razor straight or with a gazillion flavoring options that make your head spin...on purpose.  Beans are grown in different regions and roasted at differing temperatures and lengths to create blends that tickle your tongue differently every time.  Coffee can create a community all while hoisting individuality high in the air.

Coffee is a global connection.  And that’s why it means so much more than a hot beverage to us.  It’s an experience we seek out daily.  I think it’s time for cup number two.  Okay, you caught me. Three. It’s cup number three.
 

Dissonance Much?

Hey Twenty-Somethings, long time no witty exchange!

Whether this post finds you undergoing the job search or serving the less-than-desirable job to make ends meet - or even living the dream - it's time for 2012.  Yes, it's either the end of the world as we know it, or another chance to make some resolutions to forget about by mid-February.

Here's an interesting angle on life while sorting resolutions, one that you'll think is complete bullshit until you experience it for yourself: dissonance when you logically have everything going for you.  Know what I'm talking about?  Maybe not.  But you will.  Oh, you will.

You see, Twenty-Somethings, you've worked so hard to be where you are.  Whether you're in the workforce or pursuing an education, you've made the choice to see what's beyond the paisley couch.  That's admirable.  Let's even venture to say you've made friends, get along with your family, even have a significant other that actually puts up with your "unique personality."  Roof over your head, food in your stomach, internet at your fingertips.  Your Klout score is even higher than average.  Life is good.

So why, then, do you feel this way?  Like something's missing, like something's unknown, like something is just plain not right.  You find your day-to-day less rewarding than before.  You don't know where you're going, those goals that you met haven't been replaced yet, and you look around to see everything whizzing past - you're in a free fall.

"What the hell?!" You grumble, "Didn't I just lift myself from this?  Shouldn't I be exuberantly happy to the point of pure disgust?  Life is good, it could be so much worse, I'm fortunate and lucky and appreciate every ounce of it."  Yet, you can't shake it.  Something itches.

Well, you can't just scratch it.  It could upset everything.  But has it ever occurred to you that perhaps you're meant for even more?  That this may be good, but why settle for good when you have great to try for?  Perhaps its a perspective thing.  This nasty little predicament can only really be addressed with another, yes ANOTHER, look inward.

Yeah, I know it, you just soul searched last Tuesday.  How can you fit another one in with everything going on?  Showering is sometimes hard to fit in.  And we all truly thank you for resigning to keep up that habit.  Really.  We mean it.  So here's a simple question - What makes YOU happy?

Oh, well, that's easy, laughter and clean underwear.  Ok, that's excellent, but what else?  Now this is where it gets tough.  Lets get down to the nitty gritty and dig.  You're going to need some booze, probably.  Don't make this activity a hassle, don't let cultural mores and norms act as filters, don't let your mind's voice tell you anything's stupid or impossible or wrong.  This is an exercise to find yourself.  The purer one, buried underneath all that you've learned and the culture you live in.  It's still there.  It's just dancing to Lil Wayne...so please, save it.

I plan to travel the world someday, and it's said that traveling is one way to peel back your walls and find that pure you again.  But I know my wallet isn't really ready for that right now.   And it's a good guess many of yours aren't either.  So travel a different way...separate yourself from your norm.  Switch up your routine.  Take a day to explore that park down the street you finally noticed yesterday.  Take  a drive.  Then get comfortable with pen and paper, or laptop, or stone and chisel, if you're so inclined.  Then write.  Remember nobody gets to see this but you, unless you want to share, and it doesn't even have to make sense to anyone but YOU.

This can be frightening.  What if you find you really want something that is nowhere near the direction you're heading?  Well, do you really want it?  If so, you're going to continue this dissonance until a breaking point.  Usually, breaking points aren't pretty...recall a certain B. Spears shaving her head and taking a baseball bat to a vehicle?  I'm guessing there was some sort of inner struggle there... Lets agree right now to not go Brittany Spears.  Ever.  It's Toxic.  See what I did there?  Pure gold.

So figure out a map to get to your happiness.  Take your time, but don't drag your feet.  And good luck, we're all counting on you.

When You Realize the Bullet Dodged

Hey Twenty-somethings, are your chins still up yet?

They should be.  Look at what you've accomplished in the few years you've been around.  The pain you've endured, the smiles you've shared, the goals you've met.  Life isn't so bad, right?

Here's a thought for you - ever have a light bulb pop up over your head when you weren't expecting it?  There you are, just minding your own business, perhaps dwelling on something or contemplating the existence of a hybrid rat-mouse that rescues children from bacteria by gently reminding them to wash their hands, when "Ah-ha!"

It all makes sense. 

It may have been something that was a source of sadness, something considered a loss...then it clicked.  It wasn't a loss at all.  It was a lesson, and a close call.  It wasn't something missed...it was dodged.  But you're such a ninja you didn't even realized you ducked...badass.

There once was a wise woman that went by the royal title of Beyonce who wrote a beautiful sonnet about a love gone wrong being the "best thing [she] never had."  Wise Beyonce was considered a goddess among many who  just simply should have "put a ring on it." She encouraged those with troubles to take their worries and stick them in "a box to the left."  Wisdom beyond her years, indeed.

Alright, lame puns aside, she really does have a point in her latest overplayed single.  She thought she lost something, in this case a lover - but, oh wait, he's really a jerk!  Whew, Beyonce!  Close one!

It doesn't have to be about relationships either.  What about that job you didn't get?  It seemed like a dream at first, but think about it.  Do you REALLY want to move there?  Do you REALLY want to spend your days in that particular position?  There may be a very dark side you didn't noticed in the glare of awesome you encountered.  Losses can really be a gain in the right perspective. 

So if you're bumming about something that didn't work out as planned, take a break.  Knock it off.  Stop it.  Instead, let us look at that lovely silver lining, shall we?  Maybe it's okay after all.  Maybe it was your bullet dodged.       

Uncertainty Can Kill You

It's true.  Uncertainty is a nasty beast, no matter where in your life it may lie.  Work, education, family, love--uncertainty can eat you from the inside out.  Letting your mind ask a million questions, assuming the worse, or being forced to wait to resolve anything can feel as if nothing else in your world matters or has the same influences as before.

You can spend days miserable, lost on how to reel it all in.  When another person has to do with it, well, you are forced to succumb to their reactions and decisions as well.  Who wants that?  We want to control are own emotions.  We want answers NOW.  Any amount of waiting could make everyday feel as if it's only getting worse.

Try your best to breathe, despite what you may want to do.  Those knee-jerk reactions cause other reactions, not usually of the good kind.  Try your best to stop assuming, as much as your stomach twists.  In the end, when things shake out and get clearer, you'll be relieved you didn't do something to regret later. The good will emerge from the situation, if you let it.

Patience isn't easy.  Nobody really has a full grasp on it, I don't care how many think they really do.  Hit one of their nerves and watch as they scramble.  But when dealing with other people as most of these situations do, you NEED to stay calm.  You have NO idea what's going down on the other end.  As much as you think you do, you simply don't.  There's something to be said about intuition, but remember to separate it from emotional whim.  That's a difficult task, sometimes impossible.  Logic can flee in a second for those who've been faithful to it their whole life.  We can't predict these moments.  They happen.  There are times when we act out then look at ourselves and wonder where it came from.  Chances are that behavior will never happen again, but the fact that it did can scare us.  But guess what?  Welcome to the human realm.  Sometimes all those chemicals in our brains over power the logic we use. Mistakes become experience, bottom line.

If there's another involved, if they really know you, if they really care, chances are after you explain and even apologize, things will be just fine.  Sometimes, though, they won't be.  But that's okay too, life will go on for everyone involved, and in time, the pain will pass.  Yet if you're going through uncertainty as you read this, none of it will make you feel much better.

Try to take comfort in the fact that, with the billions of people in this world, you are not alone and there's somebody out there going through an even harder situation.  Be thankful for what you DO have, not what you don't or what you may or may not have lost.  If you made a mistake, say sorry, learn, and move on.

Life is hard.  But that doesn't mean you can't try your best anyway.  Do whatever it is you feel is right, even if it goes against every piece of advice you receive.   Only YOU know the ins and outs of a situation, only YOU know what's best for you.  Uncertainty can kill you if you let it, or, it can be a test for you to discover something new, whether about yourself or someone else.  Either way, it won't last forever.  Always know what you need and keep that chin up, no matter how much pain wants to pull it down.

Take Life and Smack it in the Face.

Hey, Twenty-Somethings, how's life? 

Some of us are still in post-graduate free-fall, hunting the job market arena like stealthy wolves in business clothes, resumes cocked and loaded.  Some of us have hit a fortunate turn, landing our first "real" jobs-the ones our goals have led us to.  And yet some of us are floundering while others are exactly where we want to be.  It's like a reality TV show with less of a tan. 

Yet one common thread I'm noticing among my peers is the longing to find something, whether that something is a job, a dream, or a companion.  Despite our best efforts to prove how independent and strong we are, us Twenty-Somethings always have the door open for a special person to waltz through.  We get our first places, we get our cars, we buy groceries with one serving in mind--hoping to one day share it all.  

And when it doesn't work out?  What happens when one venture turns sour?  Our hearts hurt, we doubt we'll ever be able to share again.  Some of us wallow, tailspin, or crash into Wiley Coyote's brick wall.  Then we pick ourselves up, dust off the Acme paint, and breathe.  After some hard-earned healing, we smile again.  

This time, that smile is wiser, more mature, and excited for the next opportunity.  We take the smile out for coffee, out with friends, out to the grocery store.  We are only an improvement of our selves.  Maya Angelou is quoted as stating, "I can be changed by what happens to me, but I refuse to be reduced by it."     Why should all of the pain we feel, over any ordeal, be laid to waste?  Why not take the hurricane by storm until we realize it's strength and make it our own?  Within every unexpected change, with every painful or even happy experience, comes the chance for growth.  But we must choose to bloom.  Take life, look it straight in its crazy eyes, and smack it in the face.

The danger lies in dwelling.  In finding self-pity and letting it bind around us.  How are we to learn when we are huddled in the corner or under our beds?  The darkness will never let you see the light that way.  So don't let misery lead your life.  Choose to get better.  Choose to be happy, to feel sunshine on your back as you look out at life, renewed and ready.  

Don't be afraid to make those decisions that carry heavy.  Don't be afraid to feel sad, scared, alone.  These things must be endured to laugh, to conquer, and to share.  

When I was younger, I watched an interview with the legendary Bruce Lee.  Yes, that Bruce Lee.  I've always thought he was one of the coolest icons from the past, but was nonetheless surprised at something he shared with his viewers during that interview.  What he said stuck with me, and I still think of it often as it is relevant to many details in good ol' life.  He discussed how we must learn from the properties of water.  How it moves, forms, and reacts.  I found a quote that encapsulates what I heard on that re-airing so many years ago: 


"You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend." 

-Bruce Lee

Flexibility is key.  Go with the flow.   Take all you can learn from this life and seek the happiness, see the good.  There will always be pain and suffering.  There will always be evil whether it's in circumstance or hearts.  

But there will also always be good to share.  And that, fellow Twenty-Somethings, is damn refreshing.    

Personal PR: A Bit of Flirting Advice for Us All

This is my own little declaration of personal PR.

As I sit in this coffee shop making a feeble attempt at being productive and wondering why this mug is so damn big, I am forced to listen in to conversations happening close by.   I just have to.  The headphones are somewhere in the abyss of the boxes floating between my car, the storage unit, and my parents' house a gazillion miles away.  And some of these people are so loud, they might as well just come out and say they want my audience.  What's a girl to do?  I hide behind this comically gigantic mug and Macbook screen and take it all in.  I wasn't getting much done anyway.

A young woman is to the right of me, appearing absorbed into her laptop and slurping on some gourmet coffee beverage complete with a little Mt. Everest of whipped cream.  Envisioning an ant-sized mountaineer shrieking "Alpaca!" as he struggles up the whipped cream hill, I jump when she starts to shriek herself.

"I tried calling you but you didn't answer! It's too cold in here.  And I'm starving.  And I wanted you to pull out the chicken."

Oh dear lord, she better not be talking to me.  I completely forgot about the chicken.  I see a professional looking man stride up to her and unload his sweater and laptop.  "Sorry."  He went and got a boring Diet Coke (international symbol for "I'm at this coffee shop because she is") and came back...I don't think she stopped talking the whole time.

"Guess how many calories are in this drink."

Silence.

"GUESS!"

"Uh...400."

"650!!! You are SO way off.  650! 650!!!"

"You, uh, gonna be alright?"  The guy looks at the drink in suspect, probably noticing it's already two-thirds gone.  She giggles.  A lot.  I decide to tune this round out, already inspired.

I'll be the first to admit, I'm no expert at flirting.  I never really honed the skill--hard to believe if you know me personally now, but at one time I was shy.  Yes, it's true.  That quality never really went away, it just faded.  But when it comes to the dating scene, it'll rear it's quiet head once in a while.  Then I beat it down with a smile and carry on.  With that said, I know enough about the game to know this, and I want to make sure you do too:

BITCHING DOES NOT EQUAL FLIRTING.


What this girl thought she was doing was flirting.  But, alas, her dude wasn't really even listening.  I am assuming they have been together long enough where he has learned her technique and can properly respond without listening.  It's a talent most guys possess, and they're usually pretty damn good at it.  This particular victim was already nodding before she spoke...rookie mistake.  She luckily didn't notice.  Or did what a lot of women can do and notice entirely (we have been on to you guys for years after all) but use it to continue to talk with a "captive" audience.

So did her technique work?  Only because they appear to have a history.  If this guy was a random looker and she tried the bitching technique, it more than likely would've resulted in Mr. McRandom packing up that laptop and sitting elsewhere.  Dear girl, nobody cares about your drink.  It doesn't make me even wince that you're sucking down 650 calories.  This guy might not even know what a calorie really is (he has other things to worry about besides his girlish figure).

My point is this: girls, if you want to flirt, just be yourself and smile with the confidence you have because you are a beautiful woman.  Don't act stupid, because you're not.  Don't dress they way you think you should, dress yourself (appropriateness kept in mind, of course.  Going to work and the club shouldn't look the same...unless of course you actually work at the club).  And for goodness sakes don't complain about menial details to people who don't want to hear it.  Getting tuned out really isn't that fun when you finally have something to say.

Guys, this applies to you too.  Not everyone cares that sports are awesome.  Yes, video games do rule, but remember there's more to life.  No, really, there is.  What you need to do is be interested in whatever the hell she's saying.  Respond using her answers to even prove you're only glazed over because of her stunning beauty and NOT because she's, ya know, talking about the Kardashians.  And PLEASE don't play those stupid love games.  "Wait three days before..." and "Don't act too interested" are not effective.  You like her?  Then don't do something stupid like make her wait or wonder.  You'll lose her.  If she's worth her salt, she already knows this and won't stick around long enough for you to play any of those tactics.  So be a gentleman.  The world would appreciate it.

I'm learning everyday guys and chicks operate under completely different systems.  It's a miracle we can get along and communicate at all at times.  The clearer we both are with our intentions the less misery we face.  So let's in the very least attempt to function under the agreement we will never fully understand each other.

Good luck, we're all counting on you.

To My Fellow Flounderers...

I'm finding that we Twenty-Somethings are in a challenging spot.  We have learned so much already, in our lives and academic trials, but Holy Unexpected Batman, there's a ton of stuff they didn't care to warn us about!  Finances, job hunting, heartache, vehicle smarts, unabated velcro...there's so much to figure out.

Most of us who have served our college time have learned to handle our own laundry and live off of small funds and lint for a chunk of time; those lessons are now in our arsenals for the future.  Yet, when we trotted across the stage in our Hogwarts-esque robes during the graduation ceremony, we had only a glimpse of the idea of what lied ahead of us.  We are perfectly aware of this economy...very aware.  So in order to prosper we have already prepared ourselves sufficiently by learning what we can when we can...then posting it on Facebook for all our friends.  Or so we hoped.

My mantra: keep your head up.  Just don't be stupid about it and drown yourself in the rain.  You may be hitting all sorts of walls, but this is NOT the time to throw in the tear-soaked towel.  Rather, this IS the time to dance around like a fool and discover yourself.  Think about it.  When was the last time you looked inward?  For the last several years we've been so busy fretting about school, work, family, friends, our goals, etc. that we strayed a bit from our original selves.  Through all this experience we've expanded our stories and opened our eyes.  That's the sort of stuff that changes a person...and in all the right ways.  So don't be afraid to see where your life has taken you and where you really stand now.  Maybe that major you eventually graduated with isn't your calling.  So what?  You've learned plenty from it to apply those skills to what really excites you.

Everything you've accomplished and weathered contributes to who you are and what you're capable of.  Use this knowledge to your advantage.  Take on the world or just the day.  It's all your choice, so just keep swimming, fellow flounderers.