This is the second year I've set the goal to publish a blog post each week, but unlike the first time, I've struggled to experience the creative inspiration that a deadline typically generates. In the past, the weekly publishing requirement compelled me to write some of my favorite posts, but instead of finding that to be the case this time around, I've published many posts that make me cringe when rereading. Because of that, I've decided to eliminate that goal to focus on higher-quality posts in the future.
I was terrified by the thought of attending college. I would be the first person in my family to obtain a bachelor's degree, and thoughts of failure kept plaguing me. As you can probably deduce from the numerous times I've mentioned college on this blog, I ended up completing my degree thanks to the incredible support of my family. And as a result, education holds a special place in my heart.
Peter Drucker, the famed management consultant, educator, and author, once said, "Knowledge has to be improved, challenged, and increased constantly, or it vanishes.” It was this line of thinking that prompted me to create the goal to take five professional development courses this year.
Before we get into today's post, I must admit that I did use a dramatic title to get your attention because, like an obsolete YouTuber desperate for views, I am not above click-baiting my followers. With that being said, I do need help when it comes to one of my goals, so I am using my blog as a form of accountability.
There's a lot to love about working for a university. You get to play a role in the education of the next generation of leaders, you get access to student dining services, and you get to take classes offered to faculty and staff. While each is a fantastic benefit in its own way, the latter is by far my favorite, and it was what I most looked forward to when I was offered a job at a university in New York. The position started in January, and not wanting to waste any time, I signed up for two classes within a few weeks of being there.
If one had to guess who my celebrity of choice was when I was a college student, they'd probably say Miley Cyrus or Lana Del Rey. I mean, look at the above picture of the Lana mural hanging in my sophomore year dorm room (yikes). Surprisingly, the person whom I was dying to meet wasn't a former Disney star or a moody singer; instead, it was a famous psychologist.
One of the best parts of sharing memories with someone is the enjoyment that comes from discovering the different perspectives you have about the common memory. With that in mind, I've decided to start a series called Dueling Memories where I share a one-sentence memory with someone and then provide three prompts for us to each answer. We then bring our notes together and view the shared memory through our unique perspectives.
I like to think of myself as a pretty tech-savvy individual, but that has notion has been seriously challenged ever since I started working from home. Upon learning that I was going to work remotely, I considered quite a few things. I wondered how it would feel sitting in my mid-century modern desk chair (immensely uncomfortable), how the lack of a commute would start my morning (a little jarring), and if I had forgotten any files from the office (thankfully, no). However, throughout all of my thinking and worrying, I never once wondered how video conferencing would be.
All weekend, I went back and forth about what to write for today's blog post. I initially thought I'd hop on here to share a comedic take of my homemade Panda Express experience from this weekend, which involved three failed batches of chicken batter and way too much ginger. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that would require me to ignore the growing COVID-19 pandemic that is spreading worldwide...
"You don’t know how to enjoy yourself. Americans, you work too hard; you get burned out. Then you come home and spend the whole weekend in your pajamas in front of the TV."
I am well aware that starting a blog post with an Eat Pray Love quote all but admits that I am a middle-aged soccer Mom trapped in the body of a young man, but I couldn't resist since the quote perfectly ties into the theme of today's blog post.