I babysat for 8 year old twins a few weeks ago and one of them decided to give me some words of wisdom at the dinner table.
Charlie: So can you drive?
Me: Yes, I can drive.
Charlie: So you’re a grown up?
Me: Sort of.
Charlie: Well how old are you?
Me: How did you know?
Charlie: I guessed. So are you married?
Me: Nope. Am I still a grown up?
Charlie: Yeah. But you should probably think about getting married.
Charlie: Like in the next ten years, you should get married.
Geez, Charlie – way to put the pressure on me! Kids are funny.
After having trouble falling asleep last night, I finally drifted off only to have an unsettling dream where every time I tried to clock-in at work, I was late – no matter how early I was – and then my boss informed me that I had to start working ten hour days, immediately.
My jobs are not stressful. They are actually, for the most part, enjoyable. I work part-time for a nonprofit in their development department, 1-2 days on Cape Cod at the inn/motel where I worked this past summer, and I babysit.
Nonprofit people march to the beat of their own drum. I think you either love ‘em or you hate ‘em.
Working at an inn on Cape Cod can be very satisfying – making sure guests have a great stay and everything runs smoothly. Until you get awful guests who make you question the heart of humanity – how is it possible for some individuals to feel so entitled and be so rude?
Babysitting is quite possibly the most effective form of birth control available. I think children are great. They are funny, smart, innocent, and incredibly giving. They are also conniving, mean and challenging. Very challenging. I like babysitting but I don’t need any rugrats of my own anytime soon.
I woke up at 2am very worried about my unavoidable tardiness and my extended shift times. Then I realized I was having a strange dream, a nightmare if you will. I’m hoping tonight that my subconscious will relax and realize tomorrow is not just Friday, it’s payday!
I remember flying over Ireland and realizing it was quite possibly the most beautiful place on earth.
I remember driving through Colorado and having trouble catching my breath – so much beauty…so much altitude.
I remember wishing I could live in a place with such amazing scenery. And then I opened my eyes. And beauty was all around me, waiting for me to notice and appreciate and soak it all in. So I did.
Oh hey, city. How’s all your hustle and bustle?
I wasn’t the only one enjoying the view.
Best. Dog. Ever. Bella likes nature too.
Even though it can be exhausting at times…
Plastic bags pretending to be squirrels helped keep her awake and alert.
Fall foliage for the win.
Oh bittersweet, how I wish I had some clippers. You would have been mine – is that illegal to do in a state park?
I spy, with my little eye…Boston!
Pretty perfect picnic spot.
Massachusetts, you’re beautiful. I’m sorry for ignoring that.
I miss rowing. I miss everything about it.
Camaraderie. Rowing is the ultimate team sport. You move together. Every thing you do affects each individual in your boat. You win together. You lose together. You work together. If you don’t, good luck making it to the finish.
Sweat. If you’re not sweating, you’re not pulling hard enough. Are your lungs burning? Good. Are your legs burning? Good. Are you fighting a mental battle between pulling harder and quitting? Good. You’re rowing.
Soreness. Ahhh the feeling of waking up after the previous day’s twenty minute weighted wall-sit session. Soreness combined with satisfaction – there was no way you would even think of dropping that weight yesterday. And of course after wall-sits you still had erg work to take care of.
Frustration. There are days when it’s awful. You catch a crab or just can’t seem to follow stroke. You know the seat behind you is rushing up the slide and your coxswain sounds just about as encouraging as a log. Coach is in a bad mood and yes, you will be rowing on the square for the entire practice.
Exhilaration. Everyone pulls together. You can feel it and it is one of the most rewarding feelings there is in rowing. Everyone is at the catch together, at the finish together, everywhere in between together. You are no longer eight rowers and one coxswain, you are one boat. And a fast one. And it feels really good.
Rowing was how I made some of my best friends in college. Teammates pushed me harder than I thought I could go and offered encouragement inside and outside of practice. My coaches taught me technique work on the water and served as role models off the water. I learned the importance of dedication, hard work, and discipline. I miss rowing.
Goal for 2013: Find a rowing club to join.
I look like I am about sixteen years old. Eighteen on a good day when eyeliner is involved. Whenever I tell people I graduated in the spring they reply, “Are you going to college in the fall?”. And of course when I explain that I graduated from college they never fail to exclaim, “Oh my gosh, you look so young!”
It’s fine. If I really had a problem with this I would put more effort into a morning makeup routine. I guess I just prefer a few extra minutes of sleep. (Plus I’m such a natural beauty!) People usually like to make a remark about how in ten years I’ll love looking this young. Yeah, I hope so but there’s no guarantee that I won’t wake up one morning looking ten years older than my actual age. That would be stink.
The one hindrance of looking young is that it makes it a little more difficult to accept young adulthood. If it barely looks like I can hold a driver’s license why should I be worried about a career, a retirement fund, or even the possibility of some day upgrading to a smartphone? I’m a child! Well, I look like one at least. If I don’t look grown up why should I act like it? And what does it even mean to be grown up?
Growing up and trying to find a balance between the carefree ways of childhood and the responsibilities of adulthood is challenging. Children are full of imagination and often quite a bit of bravery. Adults can be cynical and jaded. But children can also be naive while adults have the wisdom that comes with years of different life experiences. So how do you take the best of both worlds with you through all stages of life? If someone has the answer please let me know.
Someone told me today “Refuse to grow up” and upon reflection, I think it is the best advice I have received in a while. This individual is someone I have incredible respect and admiration for. She is an extraordinary leader and certainly knows how to get things done when it comes to her job. In addition she is also full of life, fun to be with, and has a great sense of humor. When I sit back and look at how this person has combined the best aspects of both childhood and adulthood, it makes a bit more sense. “Growing up” can mean a plethora of different things but if someone leads you to believe that it requires losing all the wonder and possibility that childhood is full of, then by all means, run the other way and refuse to do it. Instead of growing up, I think I’ll to try to grow outward. I want to learn from experiences both good and bad, build relationships, try new things, and never ever stop imagining.
My summer job is in hospitality, or as my bosses like to say “hospi-freakin’-tality”.
After two and half months on the job, I wholeheartedly agree that the freakin’ is necessary at times. My job involves setting up for breakfast in the morning, replenishing all the items during breakfast, breaking everything down and preparing for the next day. I do pretty much the same thing day in and day out and while I love the routine and organization involved, it does sometimes become a bit stale. Thankfully, the guests are always changing and their unique quirks have taught me some valuable lessons thus far:
1. British people will either be incredibly kind and sweet or just plain awful. They will tell you things like, “Oh your blueberries are just lovely here! We just don’t get them like this at home!” or “I slept dreadfully” – the latter actually implies “I slept dreadfully and I am going to blame that and anything else that goes wrong on you, silly American! MUAHAHA!!!”
2. People walk into screen doors. Even after they open them to come in, some how between getting a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice they forget about that little ol’ door and BAM – milk.down. cheerios.everywhere.
3. Throwing away extra coffee is not a sin. Running out of coffee is a mortal sin. Do not run out of coffee.
4. Children are awful little creatures. They do things like throw away full cups of milk, grind eggshells into the carpet, and get crumbs ALL UP IN MY NUTELLA. Disgusting. Please don’t mess with my Nutella you little cherubs…
5. Guests come and go so you can’t get too hung up on how great or terrible they are. The more important thing is how great or terrible your coworkers and employers are. Mine are great. They’re really, truthfully wonderful. Although, I think you might have to be in order to work in hospi-freakin’-tality…
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“Does is feel weird to be a college graduate?” is a question I have gotten pretty regularly since May 12th. No, it does not feel weird. Not yet. Right now it just feels like any other summer vacation. Though I am sure that a month from now, when I am not packing up my room and driving to Virginia for school, things will start to feel mighty strange. But hopefully in a good way.
Right now the only thing that seems different to me is the relationships I have with friends from school. I have already talked with my (former) roommate Lindsay about how there are certain people we just know we won’t stay in contact with. Not because we don’t want to, just because our common interests are predominantly tied to a campus we no longer call our home. And that’s OK. I hate losing touch with people but I seem to have finally accepted that friendships ebb and flow. Relationships I thought would always last have drifted apart while others amaze me with their longevity.
It is becoming clear that phone calls, Skype and Facebook will be replacing tri-weekly lunches at Seaco, apartment “family” dinners, study buddies, and weekend adventures with the whole gang. Technology better not fail me. As I told Lindsay with regard to our mutual friends at school, “I just want to be a part of their lives and I want them to be part of mine.” Can text messages and silly Facebook posts really create what time spent together does? I don’t know. I hope so, but I don’t know. I guess time will tell.
The point of this rambling post? I’m just missing my friends from school and on top of that I can’t get Carly Rae Jepsen’s hit out of my head…
Hey I just graduated, miss you like crazy
You’ve got my number so call me maybe?
Oh man. I just watched a beautiful sunset at the beach (yeah, be jealous), but the best part might have been an interaction between two young girls and an older couple. As the older couple was getting into their car they noticed that a guitar was leaning against the rear of the car beside them. They also noticed the car’s reverse lights were on. Immediately they started yelling, “Stop! NO! STOP!!!” The car braked and the older man said, “You almost just ran over your guitar! I am going to guess that was not intended.” The girl driving exclaimed, “Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! I can’t believe I almost just did that. My guitar is like my baby. I almost just ran over my baby. Ohmigosh!”
Needless to say, there had been a bit of confusion as to who was putting the guitar in the trunk. Someone needs to get that girl a “Baby on Board” bumper sticker…
I’m starting my own occupy movement. It is a little different than the original “Occupy”, mostly because it is completely unrelated. Hey, I needed an attention-grabbing post title!
Since my summer job is just that, a job I only have for the summer, I’m thinking some career-planning should take place in the next few months. I don’t know about you all but I kind of like the idea of a steady income/health insurance! The possibility of cute business cards also intrigues me. So here’s the plan: on a weekly or bi-weekly schedule, I will look into different career options that strike my fancy.
Last week I happened to pass a hearse while driving and combined with my love of fresh flowers I thought, “funeral director, I could do that.” And I still think I could…from what little I actually know about being a funeral director. Maybe later in the summer I can do some more research on this occupation but let’s stay in the present folks and talk about this week’s occupation. Drum roll please…
That is the catch-all term I decided to use so I can cover both nutrition and fitness. While you might think I did multiple undergrad research papers on the economics of obesity only to save time gathering data (maybe…) it was also because I have a genuine interest in healthcare economics and how the obesity epidemic in the U.S. is affecting healthcare costs. Poor eating habits and obesity can lead to a staggering amount of disease – preventable disease! “Eat less, move more” seems to be the most ignored prescription given in the U.S., not to mention the least expensive.
It honestly makes me sad to think that some people just don’t know how much better they would feel by eating food with more nutritional value. Especially children and young adults. Are we really going to be a generation whose life expectancy is lower than that of our parents?
Since nutrition and fitness, I believe, go hand-in-hand – they are both topic for this week (or two). I will be off to the library for research material tomorrow because we all know: career planning isn’t hard when you’ve got a library card!
Any suggestions for other careers to explore? Office jobs need not be mentioned. I have an extreme allergy to cubicles.