The Millennial Condition


I feel like I'm retired. Like I'm where my dad should be, waking up early and drinking tea and being busy but no one is sure with what exactly. 

Have any of you ever felt this way? That time "in between jobs" that lacks a solid definition of what exactly it means to be working in the first place? Recently (and happily and assuredly) reeling from that viral HuffPost controversy Why Generation Y Yuppies Are Unhappy, I'm left wondering what the next step could possibly be for any of us. I dissent that everyone in my generation is unhappy for the reasons that we grew up thinking we were a) special and b) entitled - I even wholeheartedly disagree that most who are discontent about their purpose in life or job situation is a GenY-er - but I specifically remember Nickelodeon shows, Disney Original movies (God rest their souls) and even toy/sugary cereal commercials touting the idea of individualism and uniqueness like no one has ever realized they were "different" or "special" before.  

It left many of us searching for that "special" and "fulfilling" career that only WE can develop and have - the one that ALSO bequeaths our bank accounts with plenty of dough, our health situations with plenty of covered doctor's visits and our vacation time with plenty of (paid) hours to spend traipsing around Australia.

That, and that nasty economy (a tired euphemism for that thing that happened recently) that people say is recovering but that has left us with organizations reeling from lay-offs and relinquishing the jobs of four people to one - who is miserable because he or she cannot make enough money to make 50-hour workweek exhaustion seem worth it. Not to mention, of course, that the job then supremely lacks the quality that jobs in this country so direly need.

I'm using this blog to complain, obviously, something I dislike doing. I usually like to leave a little hope to the reader. I understand that this is my situation, but that while we may be able to pan it down to what the 90's taught us about "being unique and dreaming big," there's no other generation that can find a solution.

My sweet boyfriend went to trade school, works 10-12 hour days and owns a house that leaves him with little money to do anything else but fix the green pool. He dreams of moving his education further, having a wood floor and paying off debt, but he's happy. And I watch it, and I know why: he's happy because he works his butt off and has something to show for it.

 And therein lies the rub: not all of us can work 10-12 hour days doing the same thing and that's ok. We have to learn to be ok with working off our butts doing something (or many things, in my case) without focusing on the lie that each of us is the ONLY ONE "searching" for our calling. Much of us, I've come to learn, have many callings. These callings have start dates and expirations. They can fail but bring you a benefit needed at the time. They can grow but turn into something completely different. AND WE HAVE TO BE OK WITH THAT. Gone are the days of each person requiring one career path to lead he or she through the rest of his or her life. 

If you have discovered what you want to do I am a little envious, but I finally understand that it's ok that I don't know. Something will lead to something else, and my priorities will change every year, so I have to live while I can. God gave us this life to trust in His path and obey Him. Serve others and try new things - it's the only way to discover an answer to what I call 

the Millennial Condition. 

Note: in a similar jot I came across at HuffPost 25 Things I Want Myself to Know at 25 - I found this line that thoroughly sums up the lesson of 2013:

"Stop worrying so much about what your job is going to be. It's boring. Yes, you need to make money. But more importantly, you need to make a life for yourself. You need to make community. You need to make yourself and others happy. You need to make the world a better place. There are a lot of other things you need to make, don't get so caught up in finding a job that you forget to make them."

Sell, Rent, Buy, Obsess: Heather Holt of Just Soles



Fate is funny. I live in the suburbs and I basically run errands within a ten-mile radius of where I was born and grew up. I acne'd my way through a huge high school and I'm dating someone I graduated with but never actually knew during those years (thank God). Now, while I know the sole doesn't far too fall from the shoe tree (stay with me here), 

it's funny how people with the same interests who dive in and out of two colossal cities can be from the same high school with a mutual friend and then be connected years later.

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