I bet you have a special thing. Some hobby, or interest that makes you giddy. When you work on it your smile stretches from ear-to-ear, and you realize just how beautiful life really is.
If you spend some of your free time plugging away at projects that give you that good feeling, kudos! Rock on! This post really isn’t for you, though. This piece of writing is for all of my peeps that neglect their projects. You know who you are.
Maybe you have been too busy working at your day job to really work on “Project You 2.0.” Perhaps it got lost in the hustle/shuffle that is “real world’ life. Are you spending your extra time trying to make some extra cash? I feel ya.
Extra cash is a good thing, but what about your special thing, you know the thing that you love to do just for the sake of doing it?
Are you neglecting THAT thing? The thing that soothes you, sustains you, and feeds your creative soul. The thing that makes everything all right again during the dark moments.
If you are anything like me, you’ve probably been neglecting it. But alas, we aren’t going to bash ourselves. Nope, we’re going to figure out how to bring it back. (Resisting the urge to throw in a Sexyback/J.Tim reference here.)
My weekend was odd. It started on Friday, when I got locked out of my house (no keys, cell phone, money, nothing!) and went into early Sunday morning when a drunk, male, stranger stumbled into my house, into MY BEDROOM, and reminded me of 5 strengths I forgot I had. My guess is that you have them too; but hopefully some drunken lout doesn’t have to wander into your room before you remember you do.
The list of complaints about Generation Y is miles long. We are lazy. We’re entitled brats who don’t know what it means to work hard for a buck. We’re whiny. We’ve heard it all before.
But we know the truth.
What they don’t know is that more than anything we want to look like we have life all figured out. We want to look like we are mastering our universe. Monday through Friday, many of us pimp ourselves out in button-down shirts and polyester pants to head to jobs that have us living paycheck-to-paycheck because we are hesitant to admit we are scared.
We aren’t afraid of getting our lights cut off. Making credit card payments late is unpleasant, but we don’t fear that. We aren’t terrified of eating MSG-ladden Ramen Noodles for a few more years.
*Note: Friday, February 3rd was one of the best days of my life. Here’s why:
I adore Oprah Winfrey. I read her “What I Know For Sure” column every month in O magazine, I watch the show almost daily, and I keep covers of mags, and articles that she is featured on/in as a way to remind myself that is possible to achieve greatness.
She inspires me. She’s a journalist. And she’s originally from the South. How can I not be enamored?
So, when she announced that this would be the final season of her show, I knew I had to go. I had to find some kind of way to be in that audience (hey, up on stage?) at least once. I knew I had limited time to make this dream come true, but I never thought for one minute that I would not be able to do it.
Despite all of the articles that come out calling Gen Y’ers “boomerang kids” and insisting that we flock to our parent’s houses in droves, we know the truth: we really don’t want to return to the nest. In fact, we’re usually hell-bent on not doing so…even when heading home might be in our best interest.
If it looks as if you will be homeward bound, relax. Although there will be some bumpy moments, anyone can navigate their time at home if you maintain a clear focus. In 2008, I moved back in with my Dad in Tennessee. At times it was an exercise in patience. But looking back, I think I benefited a lot. It was a difficult time for me professionally (didn’t know what the heck I wanted to do), so it was great to have the support of my family and friends as I searched for purpose in my life.
If it looks like moving back in with your parents might be in your future, fear not. Keep these three things in mind: