Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Gen Y Entitlement: It's Not About Participation Awards

I just read an open letter to and from Gen Y by the insightful Jess Lively.  Her sentiments are close to my own.  I strongly recommend reading this fabulous essay.

I am a member of Gen Y- that amorphous group born in the 1980s to early 2000s that was raised with glowing screen technology and fed a steady diet of Stuart Smalley-esque self-esteem building mantras: You're good enough, you're smart enough, and doggone it, people like you. We were piled with "awards"- often ribbons of slips of paper that commended us for simply showing up. Participation awards, they were called. Many Boomers and Gen-Xers have pointed a finger at these awards as the source of Gen-Y's sense of entitlement.


You know what those awards meant to me? Nothing. How many do I still have? None. Not a one. It's more complex than some lame ribbon.

I've read numerous articles, listened to broadcast discussions, and have overheard colleagues make statements along the lines of "Kids/Young adults these days:
are so damn entitled."
don't know how to really work."
expect everything handed to them."
blah, blah, blerg."
As a member of Gen-Y and a teacher of the next generation, I disagree. I know kids who work their assess off to be, at best, average. Conversely, I know some pretty entitled/lazy older adults. We all do. I think it is more that the overall value placed on work that has changed with my generation.

We've all heard the "work smarter, not harder" statements. Growing up we were repeatedly told the results, such as test scores and rankings, had a higher value than the effort put forth. When applying for college or graduate school, one is often boiled down to GPA, ACT, SAT and GRE scores. Bonus points for how long the extra-curricular list is. You don't have to be great at forensics, but, hey, you showed up. How many education mandates focus on a test scores? An entire school district is evaluated on whether or not fourth-graders decide to take a bubble test seriously or not, instead of how engaging and rigorous the curriculum is. Why would one work harder when the result bears so little meaning?


We are not a lazy generation. We simply view work and life differently. The reality of the job market is different. Gone are the days of the good grades + college education + hard work = stable 35-year career, a house in the burbs, 2.5 kids and a dog. Jess Lively states,  
Throughout our lives we followed the prescribed road map to success, only to face an economic climate where it no longer applied....We must recognize the span of our careers will unfold for decades to come. Just because we were told that success would come from following the rules doesn’t mean we should still play by them.  
I think many in my generation understands that, and are willing to take risks (and fail) in pursuit of the results we desire. The game is different, the rules have changed. Talent alone will not sustain us, nor will simply "working smarter." It is foolish to expect a happy life to plop onto our laps. We must be willing do what it takes to make it happen. We cannot confuse the honest pursuit of happiness as a sense of entitlement. It is okay to want to enjoy our work.

Perhaps I am audacious, but if I am going to spend over 100,000 hours of my life at work I want to enjoy most of it. However,  my career is not the end game for me. My pursuit goes deeper. While I enjoy my job, I don't want it to be the only defining factor in my life and consume all my energy. When I leave school I want to dive into other projects, like preparing for symphony rehearsal, training for my next marathon, pushing my body to new limits at yoga. I know the meaning of work, and I do not expect a satisfying life to be simply handed over. I desire the process, the unearthing of joy over a lifetime. I want to craft my own destiny, to learn from the failures and savor all the victories that lie ahead. No participation ribbon will be necessary.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Mogget Monday: Color Me Jealous



Wait, I don't get to go the Color Run with you? Harrumph.

***Mogget insisted on rubbing her face on my mum's leg and my shoes when we returned from the Color Run. She has a blue and yellow face. She is being oddly camera shy, so just trust me on this one.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Fancy that Friday: Aquatic Arts

Summer is not yet over, though back-to-school ads that are plastered everywhere have me feeling otherwise. There is still time to feel the sand between our toes and inhale the special air that is only found by open water. Let's escape to the shore together and enjoy some aquatic inspired art.

A meditative photograph from The Gingham Owl.


Colorful prints from Nicole Kristiana.

A little bit of solitude from Four Trees Photography


Can we talk about this vivid beauty by Leila Hijazi of Illustrated Ink? Amazing, yes?  Leila's entire Etsy store is a magical place full of Dia de los Muertos and old-school tattoo inspired work. Go check it out!


This is one of my favorites by Waterhouse, Circe Invidiosa


Cruise the Caribbean with this lithograph by the late Charley Harper


 Let's not forget the ultimate aquatic artist: Esther Williams. Swimming never looked so glamorous. Flowers, fountains and flames ahead! 



Happy Friday!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

It's a very, very dark shade of forest green....

The lack of a yard has never stopped me from having plants. This cool info-graphic helps justify my ever growing windowsill collection here at chez refeathered. Next time Ler rolls his eyes at a new plant I can just say "biophilia hypothesis, dude, biophilia hypothesis." However, my green thumb has changed from a verdant shade to a very,very dark shade of forest green. It started with this innocent looking little violet, which was a thoughtful gift from a first-grader.

  

Dead. Totally dead. I came home one afternoon and it was covered in aphids. Where the hell did they come from? I quickly disposed of it and inspected my other susceptible plants. They looked fine. I kept my eye on them and all was good for a few weeks until...


dead. Like, over night dead. Poor little rose bush. Also a gift from students. Damn aphids.

 

Also, dead. Same crappy little bugs killed my basil. They must have been very motivated to make that journey. The distance from the living room window to kitchen sill must be like the Oregon Trail for aphids. The thyme plant, however, meet a kitty demise. That scrappy thing next to the sad basil was once a nice little bush. At least the aphids didn't get the satisfaction of killing that plant. The lavender is thriving though, since it is not pleasing to their palate.


 

Neither bug nor cat related, but the aloe in that picture is also dead. I tried to encourage new growth. Nope. No roots or shoots. Just dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.  

Friday, July 26, 2013

Fancy that Friday: That's Rad(ish)!

I'm way late to the quick pickle party, having tried it for the first time last summer. One can pickle just about thing, just ask Bryce Shivers and Lisa Eversman. So when I wound up with a giant bunch of radishes last week, I decided to take a crack at pickling some.
Aren't they lovely?


The jar did not last long- perhaps 3 days. I used stuff I already had around the kitchen and I couldn't be happier with the results. My super precise recipe appears at the bottom of the post. Check out some other rad(ish) items inspired by the peppery little root!

I love getting mail that is made and sent by an actual human.
Make someone's day with this note card by Hello Sprout.


Sage life advice from lifeonmars.