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Signposts

I asked a wise woman I know to gift me with some life advice as a graduation present. These are her words:

You are no new traveler. You have not asked for, nor do you need, the basics for whatever journeys are painted on the map ahead. Your rucksack is worn, your shoes wise with the miles behind, and your compass, though still newer, is steady. What follows are not directions that you need. These are more like signposts that have served me well, places where I have found water to refill my heart and canteen, knowledge of which plants have made me sick, and which berries will sustain. As endless as the mysteries of the wild are, so too we are never done exploring life’s trails. Here’s to the next leg. You are never ready. Yet, you already are.

• My partner always says: “What’s the intention? And what’s the expectation?” When faced with whether to have a difficult conversation with someone or make some choice, ask yourself those two questions. If you answer honestly, the truth that you already know usually guides the way. We cannot lie about our intentions to ourselves; even if we do, we have nothing to gain by doing so. And typically the expectation is not hiding, it is merely an unasked question begging to be answered.

• You attract more bees with honey than vinegar. Always. Without exception. No one has ever changed their mind by reading an angry social media post or text, or being yelled at. I forget this every time I let my fury and passion get the best of me. Then I must remember it in the ensuing silence when I have to confront why no one wanted to engage in the conversation. Crowds don’t follow individuals because they are right, they follow because they are captivated. Being “right” does not inherently earn you anything. People don’t want to be told what to do. They want to find their way, and they always remember who helped them do that and who made them feel guilty for trying.

• Silence is sometimes a wise choice and not necessarily a weakness. I consider myself a very principled person in that when a rule is “technically” broken it is broken; and it infuriates me. I guess this is a “pick your battles” sort of cliché. But it’s true. Having principles does not mean always beating other people over the head with them. Trust earned now means a platform later. I am confident that you, like me, will not rarely struggle to speak up (maybe sometimes, but not often). Our more frequent battle is the challenge to listen and hear beyond our gut reaction. It’s endlessly difficult, but fantastically rewarding. People do surprise me, when I let them. And they teach me many unexpected lessons, if only I am ready to learn.

• I recently carried numerous suitcases of heavy bitterness up to my mountain and left them all there. People always say holding onto bitterness is like eating the poison waiting for it to kill the rat. I’ve heard isms like that my whole life and obstinately—I couched it as, successfully—held onto all my grudges. Don’t do that any longer than you have to. It has made me faster to anger, and slower to listen and learn. So take your suitcases of anger, bitterness, and hurt, and leave them somewhere. You can go back there to feel them, but only there. When I am on the mountain I can reflect on those past wounds, but when I leave, they stay. They don’t live on my shoulders anymore.

• Nest, make spaces what they need to be to feel like yourself and at home—but don’t accumulate stuff. As a practical matter (for moving—which, for nearly 26 years, I’ve done an average of once every 1-2 years), but also as a spiritual matter. Select the objects and energy you keep in your space wisely. I am constantly learning, forgetting, and then re-learning that new clothes, new belonging, or food and TV binges are like drinking sand. But hiking, plants, gathered rocks and totems, dried flowers, sage, art, reading, and images that reflect my journey and the life I’m building with my partner help ground me in the anxious moments.

• Rescue a fur-child, and fall in love with it and let it teach you all the beautiful things you have to learn from it. Walk it, daily if you can. Take good care of it. It will cost you money and time and heartbreak and it will keep you from being social and it will make you worry and it will be one of the best things you have ever done.

• Save. And never underestimate how fast that money can be spent. I once had about $10,000 saved during college and it was gone within a year. Before law school, I was once stranded in a parking lot, no gas, credit cards maxed out, in the red on my debit card, aaaandddd on my period without any tampons. Money is not everything. And in abundance it will spend you dry and dissatisfied. But being a she-hustler and having a responsible-ass savings account will never feel like a bad choice either.

• Get smart credit cards deals, use credit cards, and pay them off each month. There can be a lot of anti-credit sentiment among younger generations, but I have better credit than people twice my age. It costs you nothing, and it will give you the option of great deals on your terms with cars and homes in the future. If you spend more than you can pay, learn that lesson fast and never need to learn it again.

• Make real art. Know you will spend your whole life re-defining all three of those words. Challenge yourself to search and create even when it is not easy. But do not guilt yourself when the muse is hibernating. Striving to grow and learn, even in seasons of drought, is not fake if you are doing it for you. But never feel guilt or shame about taking refuge in a hiatus and waiting for the next season to come. I know that I will write stories and poems and novels one day to feed myself. It may be many years from now. I rest in nurturing this particular part of my intellectual curiosity without fearing a loss of identity and self by not currently exploring my artistic curiosities. You will change and shape-shift throughout this next summer and the rest of your life, it does not mean you are losing anything. Release expectations of yourself that do not make you better. Reject the same when imposed by anyone else.

• Forgive the friends who leave, viciously love the ones who stay, and part with the ones who do not uplift you or make you better. There are people who are in our lives, as we know deep in our hearts, only for us to love them and learn from that experience. In my opinion, that should be the minority of individuals. The vast majority should share in the belief that relationships are two-way streets. Friends are seasons, too. I have spent a lot of wasted grief and bitterness figuring out how to accept that. But acceptance of that truth makes you a better friend for that given period of time.

• Listen to the voice in your gut, your chest, or the back of your mind—wherever you’ve placed it and made it cozy. Even when what it is saying is contrary to the advice of others. Hear their wisdom, consider it, let it inform the conversation you are having with your own Voice. And then listen to your own. You may be wrong, but I’m willing to bet you usually will not be. Hone the voice and take care of it so you can hear it better. Spend time in quietness with yourself. Practice mindfulness. Meditate. Pray. The minute I started listening to that Voice within I finally started living fully and honestly, and it hasn’t led me (too far) astray.

• Fight ego. We will spend our lives discovering and confronting the insecurities and ego that lurk in the shadows of our hearts and rob us of joy and valuable lessons. It’s a tiring battle sometimes. But keep at it. Humility is plant that needs constant sunlight and watering. Ego is an often-forgotten weed in the backyard that needs constant hacking.
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I’ll end with this. You may be facing this summer and the nebulous “future” of post-college graduation and thinking, “what the fuck now?” If someone asked you what you wanted to do, you would (maybe) respond with an “I don’t know” only because it is not clean-cut or “acceptable” to list out thirty different things as an answer. I doubt that you really do not know—you likely know dozens of things you want to do but don’t know what the “right” next step is.

I once had a conversation with someone in response to this question, and it has stuck with me ever since. He asked me the question, I actually responded with a list of ten things I wanted to do and said I didn’t know where to begin. And he said, “just pick one, and do it until it’s not right anymore.”

We long for a sense of identity—the ability to say “I AM doing this,” and “I AM this person,” or “THIS career.” The idea of test-driving a pursuit and it not being final is paralyzing to most of the population. That fear—the fear of not making the “right” next step—keeps people from taking out loans to go to school, quitting jobs they hate, moving out of cities they are stagnant in, and challenging themselves at something they dream of doing. Just pick one. And do it until it’s not right anymore.

I changed my major in undergrad seven times. Literally seven different times I was convinced I knew my future. I nearly dropped out of college to devote all of my time to the restaurant company I was working for, convinced, again, that I would manage restaurants and then open my own someday. I graduated with an essentially worthless degree, and would weave in and out of a handful of jobs again for the next two years before I ended up on the path to law school. And you know how it happened? One day, my dear boss looked at me and said, “You’d be a great lawyer.” One sentence fell into my chest like a seed. We can’t anticipate those moments. We can only work hard to be listening and brave for when they come knocking. Just pick one, and do it until it doesn’t feel right anymore.

You are a remarkable human. I am endlessly amazed at, inspired by, and proud of you. Take care of yourself however you need to in the months ahead. Go on a trip, write a lot, paint a lot, be quiet. Rest. But don’t get stuck. The world is waiting for you, and she’s excited about whatever you’re wearing when you show up. Leave not a minute too soon, but don’t keep her waiting too long.

  • Forbes magazine at least once per month: Hey! Read this article about the top ten LOWEST paying jobs and ten most WORTHLESS bachelor degrees! *lists 10 education careers and 10 arts careers*

anonymous asked:

Hi Jo. For honesty hour.....Im angry with my family. Learned I'm the forgotten grandchild. Like my grandparents forget me until they see my picture. Learned I'm getting a worthless degree. And I'm not doing anything good for the family since I'm not married.....~E.k. or K.c.

Let’s address this in bullet points shall we:

1) If your grandparents forget you, forget them. Look, I know how hard it is when your parent or grandparent has favorites (both of my grandmothers have favorites and it is not me nor is it any of my siblings), but the fact of the matter is, you have to let that become not important because stewing over that is only going to cause you heartache. Plus why would you compete for the affection of a relative when you could be happy in the company of friends who choose you.

2) I don’t know what your degree is, but if you were willing to put the time, effort, and money into it, then it is not worthless. If you are putting all the worth of your knowledge into whether or not you can make big bucks of off it then you are going to go through life never satisfied. I believe that God gives us a set amount of resources throughout our lives to work with and we can be happy with that or we can choose to be miserable. Would you be more successful if you had chosen a different major? I don’t fucking know, but you can work with what you have and be grateful you had the opportunity or you can continue to call your accomplishments “worthless” and end up feeling that way too.

3) I don’t understand. Like at all. What the fuck could your spouse be doing that you can’t do like at most it is another paycheck but how the fuck does not marrying someone make you no good to your family is it like a Mulan matchmaker situation do you need to restore your families honor by marrying the hero of your nation just fucking fight the huns and earn honor for your name and fuck anyone who says that isn’t enough.

I’m sorry if I was blunt or rude to you in anyway, sweetheart, but I hate to see you weighed down like this. Remember my askbox and messages are open if you ever need me.

Portrait of the 21st century woman

Attends university to improve her status in the hopes of securing a higher status partner.

Enlists in a worthless degree course. E.g. creative writing, psychology, history of art, film studies.

Spends her student loan money on traveling, handbags and shoes.

Takes a year out to travel after her degree, where she accumulates even more debt and has sex with the local men.

Finds a job in a field that has nothing to do with her degree. Makes around a $30K starting salary.

Has no conception of saving for the future. She is constantly in her overdraft, but that doesn’t stop her from taking annual trips to different countries.

Posts selfies of herself on Facebook to create the facade of an amazing life. In reality she is lonely, anxious and depressed.

Doesn’t start seriously looking for a husband until she is 30 years old. She wants a rich Chad but inevitablely settles for a man who earns less than her.

Wants to find herself, so she gets divorced at 38 with one child who is around 5 years old. She still loves her husband but she is no longer “in love” with him.

Goes on dating sites and to clubs to find “her true love”, i.e. The millionaire Chad she didn’t get the first time. Puts “my children are my world” on her dating biography.

Becomes frustrated with the lack of “good men”, i.e. Wealthy men her age who want single mothers her age.

Turns 45 and resigns herself to spinsterhood.

Robots are not taking our jobs, not any more so than immigrants are taking our jobs. We’ve known the robots were coming for years. They should be making our lives better. That it isn’t is by design. It’s not about jobs at all, it’s about who is benefiting from the system and who isn’t.

The more education has been run for the profit of textbook and testing companies, while destroying the collective bargaining power of teachers and the value of certification and training in pedagogy, the more it has suffered.

The more colleges and universities have been run as for profit businesses, the more they’ve been infiltrated by privatized religious interests and steered away from critical thinking and tenured professorship, the more worthless college degrees have become.

Along with this, the student loan market used to finance the procuring of these meaningless degrees has been allowed to flourish unchecked, mortgaging the futures of young people until they start off miles behind the starting line in terms of earnings toward stability and retirement.

The thing a lot of these modern entrepreneurs who are actually successful have in common? They dropped out. They escaped. They were able to lure venture capitalists into investing in them. Most of them are young, white men from families of means in the first place, not unlike Agent Orange and the rest of his Orwell Administration.

The game is fucking rigged. More and more people are catching wise to this and walking the fuck away. Quitting underpaid corporate jobs that erode mental health in exchange for the illusion of financial security. There isn’t any. They’ll fire us anyway. They’ll cut benefits. They’ll cut salaries. They’ll downsize for any reason, or no reason at all.

On top of that, they pay hundreds of thousands of dollars to politicians to fund draconian laws that enshrine ultraconservative “religious” mandates into law, to dictate how we spend our lives when we’re not on the clock. Don’t be gay. Don’t have sex. Try to be less brown. Speak only English. Read one book (usually The Bible) and read it the way they tell us to.

This is why we’re opting out. This is why we’re not buying fabric softener. This is why we’re shifting to a gig economy. This is why Net Neutrality is such a hot button issue: the Internet is how we reach each other, how we learn to do useful things from YouTube when our education system fails us, how we educate ourselves in financial literacy and share information about resistance to the New World Order, same as the old world order, until greed gets the ruling class their Rapture via nuclear apocalypse.

If we’re going to be poor and miserable anyway, we do it on our own terms and die as human fucking beings.

I’m not sure most s/t/e/m majors realise how versatile many arts/humanities degrees are, like they really don’t believe you when you tell them the huge range of opportunities your degree opens up for you. They’re absolutely convinced of the worthlessness of your degree and won’t hear anything to the contrary. 

Government Logic

18 year old: can i buy a beer?


government: that’s dangerous and you’re not responsible enough to handle it.


18 year old: can i borrow $60,000 for a worthless degree?


government: sign here.

Confession: I need my family to bluntly tell me that I’m pursuing a worthless degree instead of throwing *hints* talking about some being a nurse can guarantee you a job right on the spot with alot of money. Why can’t my family or people in general just admit that when they say “Education is the key” they really mean pursue a career in pharmacy, Doctor, lawyer or any other highest paying degrees? Why can’t they understand that if i do pursue those careers I’ll just do it for the money and not care about my patients or clients because I’m only doing it for the money? What sense does that make? I never dreamt about those careers so why would I major in those careers? I know some people in my life who have degrees(The degrees that people look down upon) and aren’t working in their fields, unemployed and probably making decent money but anyways I’ll be damn if i go to a college just to stress myself out for a degree that i could honestly finish learning on my own.😭 I don’t want to go to college just for being a photographer/videographer. What should I do? I’m a overgrown child with social anxiety, weak academics and still don’t know what to do with her life. I’m turning 19 in 4 months😖

South Side
Moby
South Side

Had the day off on Monday, so today was the first day of my second week.  Would’ve been better if I’d understood my schedule and didn’t show up late, missing half the day.

Even more surprising was how the day ended.  I got to the bus stop and waited with a bunch of the students.  One of them asked me a question and we start chatting.  Turns out she wasn’t a student, but another student teacher.

Not only that, but she used to be a student here, too, and one involved with the drama department as well.  She had the lead role in the school play two years after I was the lead in mine.  I was just a stagehand during her production, I think.  She graduated the year after me.

We spent the whole bus ride talking about the glory days.  Teachers we’d loved, those we wouldn’t forget, those we wished to emulate in some way when we would find ourselves in their place.  Almost scary to think that we’re not far away from that.

It’s uncanny.  To find not only another student teacher there during my stage, but another former student, and someone I knew back then.  We’ve decided to be each others’ emotional wingmen for the next few months.

I keep getting Twin Peaks vibes off this gig.  An old colleague in the same position as I am, while I’m here?  I told her about that student’s project built out of the wood my friends and I carved our names into twelve years ago.

My head spins at the thought of it.  How much time I’ve wasted since then; how little I’ve accomplished.  Some certificate, a worthless degree, and in the same (literal) place I was thirteen years ago.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come back.

Don’t you hate when you’re lying in bed trying to fall asleep and you suddenly realize that everything is wrong my degree will get me nowhere and I stole Derek’s pencil in second grade and when he asked me who took it I said Lexi BUT IT WAS ME I TOOK IT IM SORRY AND I CANT AFFORD TO BUY YOU A NEW ONE BECAUSE MY DEGREE IS WORTHLESS I’M GOING TO DIE IN THE STREETS SOMEONE CALL MY DAD

Mr. Trump is directing our anger for less than noble purposes. He creates scapegoats of Muslims and Mexican immigrants, he calls for the use of torture and for killing the innocent children and family members of terrorists. He cheers assaults on protesters. He applauds the prospect of twisting the Constitution to limit first amendment freedom of the press. This is the very brand of anger that has led other nations into the abyss.

Here’s what I know. Donald Trump is a phony, a fraud. His promises are as worthless as a degree from Trump University. He’s playing the American public for suckers: He gets a free ride to the White House and all we get is a lousy hat.
—  Mitt Romney
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Are you taking a “worthless” degree? Yeah, me too, and the worst thing is the dumb things people assume about it.

Toilet Musings #7: Your Mom Goes to College

And that should be a sign. A sign that maybe higher eduction the way our parents envisioned it and experienced it (and return these days to experience it again) is old-fashioned or unable to meet the needs of the changing world in which we live.

I woke up this morning with a strong feeling of regret at having wasted a large part of my youth getting a degree. The fact alone that I regret going to college saddens me, because I should be proud of my accomplishment. Not many disabled people are able to do what I’ve done. But the joy of this milestone is robbed blind by the roadblock I have now in finding a job. Most of the jobs I meet the qualifications for are jobs that I could have applied for before going to college, as in they only require high school diplomas and 2 years of bookkeeping experience. I did not go to college for 7 years to answer phones and make copies.

At first, I wanted to blame the economy or job market or employers, but as time goes on, I realize that its really my own fault for falling for “The College Trap.” Oh, you know what that is… Believing that going to college ensures you will have a better job than you would if you hadn’t gone, because getting a degree prepares you and let’s employers know what you can accomplish.

Well let me enlighten you: that is a load of flaming shit. Yes, getting a degree can prepare you for a career, if you are getting a degree in a field that will have high demand for entrants when you are graduating. Getting a degree absolutely shows hiring managers that you can buckle down and accomplish something. But thanks to declining standards at universities around the United States and a massive influx of students from over-zealous high school initiatives, there are several thousands of people with degrees just like me who I now have to compete with for a job. Going to college used to be a feat of strength. Now, they might as well print off coupons for diplomas when you graduate high school.

So, we graduate high school and go to college, spend four years or more in a classroom, racking up massive amounts of debt, and come out on the other side with no work experience, and almost nothing to distinguish ourselves from our fellow graduates but the school we come from or the name of our degree. It’s not right; the job market has changed. Degrees aren’t valued the way they were before, because more people have them. Experience is the golden egg, and it’s nearly impossible to get work experience while you’re in the classroom. Internships ain’t what they used to be, either. I did two in school, and I’m still unemployed after being out of school for four months with a degree in Business Computer Information Systems.

I know my field is saturated and that I’m not the only one is this pickle, but it really shouldn’t be this way, for any of us. There should be less people going to college, either one) because half of the people that were in the seats next to me had no aptitude or no motivation to be there, and therefore were wasting their time and wasting mine, or two) because they should be out getting job experience and saving up money first. I definitely would have done the latter if I knew then what I know now. Something needs to change in higher education, or else the homeless demographic is going to shift much, much younger.

Sorry this one was so long. I’m just very riled up and stressed out about being unemployed this morning. Mainly, I feel like I was lied to by my high school counselor and teachers and grandparents and parents, and basically any adult that told me to go to college so I could be successful. Hopefully things will turn around soon, for me and everyone else looking for a job.

See you tomorrow morning,
-Flush