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15 Years Apart

posted 22nd January 2012    Written by: Kat    CATEGORY: All Posts, Kat, Life Lesson, Quarterlife Crisis, Season 5, What I've Learned

Dear 15-year-old Kat,

The past 15 years have been interesting, that’s for sure. Life certainly takes a much different path than you’re imagining right now, but I think you’re going to love the way it all comes together! There are so many things I want to tell you not to do (namely, guys to avoid), but if I did that, you’d miss so many other opportunities, so…I can’t. Bummer. (No, I really can’t. I know you’ve seen that episode of The Simpsons where Homer time-travels using a toaster, and things get crazy. I know you don’t want a world without doughnuts.)

I’m hoping that I can give you a little advice that will guide you through what’s to come, though. Even though you’re going to have certain challenging experiences, I promise you’ll learn from each of them, even when it doesn’t seem that way at the time.

I can tell you to be less afraid of questioning things, especially when it comes to your family. It’s okay to want what you want, even if they don’t understand it. (Hint: they’re never really going to get it, and that’s okay. They’re still your family and they love you.)

Speaking of your family, spend more time with your grandparents, looking through old photos and learning about your family history. Head over to make pierogi from scratch with your grandma, or have her teach you how to sew. Try to convince one of them to start teaching you Polish or Italian. You won’t regret that.

The love of travel that you’ll develop this coming summer is going to be hugely influential in your life. Run with it. And when your dad gives you his Nikon FM, get a tune-up for it immediately. You’ll want to take it with you everywhere you go. Take lots of photos.

Over the coming years, the saying that your friends are the family you choose will become increasingly true for you. Choose wisely! (Mostly you do.)

Don’t be afraid to be YOU. Be willing to break some of the rules. Let yourself dive into life, even though sometimes it hurts. You have an amazing support network, and they will help you through the tough times. Don’t be so hard on yourself!

Last but not least, I want you to know that you that you’re strong, capable, and beautiful. No matter what the guys you date over the years say – and some of them will say some awful stuff – that you shouldn’t stop believing that.

I love you! Don’t forget to love yourself, too!

30-year-old Kat

[photo credit: me!]

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Life Lessons Learned While Traveling

posted 22nd August 2010    Written by: Lindsey    CATEGORY: All Posts, Life Lesson, Lindsey, Season 3, Travel

The lessons I’ve learned, and the experiences I’ve had in places I’ve lived are absorbed into my soul. Rather than living to travel, I travel to live. I  had a “permanent” life in college until I had my first extended travel-living experience in Istanbul. There I defined my personal travel style: I prefer to integrate into a place, for a month or longer, to gain the full experience, and really just vibe with the culture.

For someone who lived in the same house until age 18, I have called quite a few places “home” in the last 6 years. Currently, I have a California driver’s license but I live at home in Michigan. Even I have a hard time explaining this!

Since each locale is a chapter in the humor-adventure-drama-saga that is my life, it’s only proper to tell my story in sequence.

South Haven, Michigan. How to Feel Disconnected.

I am a big dreamer from a small rural tourist town. A beautiful place, but at 17 it is my prison.

Ann Arbor, Michigan. How to Build a Resume While Bonging a Beer.

(It really is quite a skill. Especially when you have a shot of tequila in the other hand.)

I learn a lot in college, especially about the trajectory of my life towards a cubicle. The true value is in the friends I meet. My heart isn’t fully in the whole Engineering thing, but I am determined to prove myself, and also, to be done with the responsibility of school that has dominated my life thus far. I find hope in an internship, and discover Green Building and Sustainable Development are what I really care about out of this whole engineering game.

In this same summer, I compile my life list and realize I have a lot to do besides work.

Istanbul, Turkey. How to Use “Ditzy American Girl” as an Advantage.

You want a crazy experience? Travel alone. You may be ditzy, and you may be so white than a random Turkish person on the bus will look you straight in the face and say “YOU are one hundred percent American.” But you will still learn a lot of things. Do not take my advice if you are afraid of insane shenanigans, random people with guns busting in your hotel room, police officers stalking you, or figuring out how to get an abortion in the Middle East (NOT mine, FYI).

Life gets real when you really displace yourself. I get addicted to the adrenaline of displacement.

Big Sky, Montana. How to Not Be In School.

After graduation, I get a waitressing job at Big Sky Resort and an apartment with an old friend. I ski, snowboard, party, and finally catch up on all the sleep lost in the past four and half years of engineering school all-nighters. I am running from a job offer in my field: managing an oil rig, making insane amounts of money and probably dying in an explosion on April 20, 2010.

I think I made the right choice. I know I made the right choice.

Hawaii. How to Live Consciously.

While browsing the internet over the most amazing vegetarian biscuits and gravy in Big Sky, I found a plane ticket from San Francisco to Hawaii for a reasonable price. Since I had no clue what else I was going to do with myself after the snow stopped falling, and had told myself that in 2009 I was not allowed to think about engineering or jobs, I went to Hawaii to WWOOF.

I wanted to learn about yoga. And hang out in Hawaii. And eat some pineapples. What I got was so much more. It is not even possible to summarize Hawaii in a short space. Just know that when I went to Hawaii, I lived in a fog of disconnect between who I was and who I wanted to be. And by the time I landed on the mainland 5 months later, I was conscious.

Oklahoma. How to Be a Yogini.

I meet a boy in Hawaii and fall head over heels for his world experience, yogic nature and French-Canadian accent. So I bail on Hawaii, fly to his home in Montreal to begin a road trip without a destination.

End up in Oklahoma with his yoga friends, practicing Ashtanga yoga every day, eating a vegan, gluten-free, soy-free, peanut-free diet and living the healthiest life ever. Spent all remaining money on quinoa and vegetables. Went into credit card debt over health food. (I laugh hysterically – at myself! – when people say they’d like to eat healthier but simply ‘can’t afford it.’)

Plan to go to Montana to pick up Everything-I-Own (which was left behind when I left for Hawaii with a backpack) with intentions to sell it to temporarily finance my life. One crazy long drive later, find out that all my possessions evaporated when the person storing my boxes went to prison and her daughter turned the house into a meth lab. (Seriously, I could NOT make this shit up.)

Lake Tahoe, California. How to Be Independent.

End up here completely on accident. End up nearly marrying the boyfriend on a whim. Freak out, send him off to Canada with promises to follow soon. Question everything. Stay in Tahoe instead of moving to Canada.

Start thinking about how to live free for real. Snowboard every day. Meet amazing new friends. Start setting real goals that don’t involve boring engineering jobs ever, but making good things happen on my own terms. Consider staying for good in California. Settling down. Having a home. Starting a business.

Meet another boy. (Sigh… boys!) Make dinners. And plans.

But then I wake up in the middle of the night this May, realizing that home is anywhere and everywhere I want it to be. But also realizing, despite all the amazing friends I have and know, everyone in my Tahoe life at this point has only known me for 2 months. No one knows me. Freak out that South Haven is the only place where I have any semblance of home but I am completely resistant to going back. I love my freedom.

Recognize the resistance as something I need to be brave about and deal with. I have to love where I come from. I have to make peace with the only place I have ever left on bad terms. I can’t hold these negative emotions towards my home, or I will never be truly free. Also, I need to figure out how to not live in complete waitress poverty. (Mental stability wanes dealing with people who treat you like a slave.)

Decide to cancel life in Tahoe. Back out of living situations, life plans, shitty jobs, etc to come home to small town Michigan for the first time in 6 years.

South Haven, Michigan. How to Love What Matters.

Freak out. Question everything. Lie on the floor of my childhood bedroom crying in the agony that I’d left everything to move to a place where no one “gets it.” Break down when I have to do my grocery shopping in WalMart. Break down multiple times in WalMart because it represents everything I can’t stand about the rural midwest. Break down completely and emotionally drive away friends who are already physically distant.

Finally, completely, totally alone but with South Haven. Forced to face it. Embrace the place for what it is, and embrace how I fit into it with what I have become. Become “that girl on a skateboard” and “that girl with a camera” and start to jive with the fact that I am me, and I will always be, and this is good.

Suddenly, find friends in the strangest places. Get multiple opportunities that fit my missions in life – working with green initiatives online, entrepreneurship and sustainable community building. Blogging for Stratejoy. Blogging for myself.

Feel hope.

{photo credit : me :) }

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When One Chapter Ends, Another Begins

posted 28th July 2010    Written by: Heather Rae    CATEGORY: Heather Rae, Season 2, What I've Learned

Six months ago, I started a new journey.  I walked away from my job and made a pact with myself – I would write my novel, start traveling and develop as an artist.  And then I decided to share that journey with you.

That’s been the best part in some ways, sharing this experience with other people who totally get it.  Which is also probably the reason I put off writing this post for so long.  What can I say?  I’m having a little separation anxiety.

Actually, I’ve been having a lot of separation anxiety lately.  Two weeks ago, I uprooted myself from Pasadena to start a new life in the Seattle area.  I arrived in the Pacific Northwest after a freaking long yet somehow amazing road trip, and the reality of leaving my friends behind hit me.  Then I realized I’d also moved incredibly far from my family in Las Vegas.  Everyone is so far away.

These days, I remind myself of this: when one chapter ends, another begins.

So, long story short, this is my last official Stratejoy post.  Personally, the fact that six months have passed since this all began, well, I can’t believe it.  Can you? I seriously had to look at the calendar and count the months to be sure.  (Not even kidding about that.)  I left my job six months ago.  I started writing for Stratejoy six months ago.  I set out to work on myself and my dreams, yep, six months ago.

Looking back at where I started, I think I’ve done pretty well.  It has, by no means, been a perfect journey.  But I made an absolutely amazing start.  And for me, for where I am right now in this moment, it actually is perfect.  Because what I’ve realized is this — where I am at any moment in time, that’s exactly where I should be.

I finished the first draft of my novel.  I haven’t started traveling yet (unless you count a three-day, six state road trip through the western U.S. and moving out of state), but I am making plans to take an international trip before the year is out.  Writing a novel sort of took over my life, leaving my art on the back burner.  I did, however, join a group for mixed-media collage artists, and I can’t wait to meet the group in August.  I went rock climbing and hiking and spent more time outdoors.  And I found a great language institute where I’ll sign up for French classes in the fall.

All in all, not a bad ride.  And it’s only just begun.  That’s the beauty in all of this.  The years may be short, but the days are long.  And I plan to pack as much life into each day as I possibly can.

I invite you to continue following my journey — the likely maddening experience of revising a novel, the joy of meeting new friends, the sadness of missing old ones, the love, the wins, the fails and my attempt to break all the rules.  Send me an email.  Leave me a comment.  Tweet me.  (And I may just resort to begging Molly to let me guest post on occasion.)  Also, if you’re ever in the Seattle area (maybe you already are), I’d love to meet you!

Here’s how to find me:

My Blog — In Search of Squid

Twitter — @insearchofsquid

There’s a song lyric that I love.  “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”

And so, I’m signing off.  I’m thinking of it as a new beginning. A new beginning for the next group of sure-to-be-amazing Stratejoy bloggers.  And a new beginning for me, as I embark on this next chapter.

[Note from the Editor:  Okay, Heather Rae, I'm totally crying over here.  When I think back to your journey, the immense of amount of bravery, ups and downs, and grace in the face of some BIG changes- I get all choked up.  You're the epitome of a gutsy girl and I'm incredibly grateful that you shared it all with us.  Thank you from all of us.  Seriously, sunshine-  You are INSPIRING.  I can't wait to say I knew you when...

And I'm ridiculously excited for our long, long lunch next Monday.  To thank you in person, to give you a great big hug, to welcome you to this next part of your journey here in Seattle.  I wish you all the best in the world- adventures, love, learning, and success served up exactly as you'd like it.  I'm thrilled that we're going to be fast friends here in the Northwest.  Can't you just feel it?  :)    Love x 30,  Molly]

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6 Months Worth Of Lessons In Under 600 Words

posted 27th July 2010    Written by: Nicole Antoinette    CATEGORY: Inspiration, Life Lesson, Nicole Antoinette, Quarterlife Crisis, Season 2, What I've Learned

When I started writing for Stratejoy, I had just up and moved to San Francisco with no job, no money, no friends, no place to live, and no plan. I had a crush on a boy and a love for the Golden Gate Bridge, but that was about it.

In the time that’s passed between then and now, I have found an incredible job, a stable income, a place to live, some of the best friends I’ve ever had, a plan for the future, a relationship with a new (and infinitely better-for-me) boy, and a continually renewing love for the Golden Gate Bridge.

Taking this weekly pause to write about the more serious side of my life has helped me frequently reflect on who I am, who I want to be, and how to best close the gap between the two. In those moments of reflection, here are the lessons I’ve learned:

Take the time to talk things out with the people you care about. Honest communication solves most problems before they become problems at all. And don’t just talk, listen.

Understand that different doesn’t have to mean bad. I’m me and you’re you and our differences can help us bring each other closer to where we want to be.

Send thank you cards. Sincere expressions of gratitude let someone know that what they did mattered to you, and most of the time what we need is to feel appreciated.

Make plans. The only thing better than having something delicious to look forward to is feeling the plans turn to memories and knowing you’ll be able to fondly remember them forever.

Treat yourself better than you treat anyone else. Understand that selfish and self-care are two different things, and that you can’t show up for anyone else if you don’t show up for yourself first.

Remember that your greatest freedom is the freedom to choose. You can choose which impulses to follow and which to ignore. You can choose who you let into your life, how you spend your time, and what occupies your thoughts. Think good thoughts.

Find what inspires you, and then mainline it on the regular. There’s no such thing as too much inspiration.

Stand up for the people you love and the beliefs that move you. Let yourself be passionate, even if it means your ideas and feelings will be isolating to some. We’re not here to please everyone and there’s no glory in being watered down, overly accommodating versions of ourselves.

Stop wanting what you don’t want. Learn to tell the difference between what you actually want and what your ego wants. Tell your ego to shut the hell up.

Ask questions. Other people can’t read your mind, so don’t assume you can read theirs. The fastest way to find out what you want to know is to just ask.

Give people room to make mistakes. High standards give you great results, but unrealistic standards give you nothing but disappointment.

And lastly, take risks. If you don’t jump to try to reach your best possible life, who will?

[Note from the editor: Nicole Antoinette, it's been an absolute JOY, to have you in my life these last 8 months.  Can you believe that's all it's been?   From our very first emails that crossed paths in the ether, to lunch in SF, to phone calls asking the Universe to just get you to California, to the amazing hot mess you pulled off in Vegas- you are a bundle of energy, an amazing friend, and a woman to be reckoned with.

I thank you from the very bottom of my heart for sharing your passion, your killer writing skills, and such an intimate slice of your life over here.  The Tribe and I will never be the same, sweetness! Here's to the big dreams coming true, finding happiness in the small moments, and being utterly and deliciously YOU.  'Cause you're so damn good at being YOU.   Love, Love, Love,   Molly]

photo credit: Jamie Varon

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