Dear family and friends who support Donald Trump,
I'm hopping on the bandwagon and sending a message your way. I'm sure I'm not the first person who has discussed this with you, and I'm sure I won't be the last.
My parents and I had a great political discussion via Skype the other day, and the subject of family and friends who support Trump came up. Admittedly, I shouldn't be surprised, but nonetheless, I am. My mother was more than a little bit concerned about the way I might treat you all because of your inclination towards Trump. "Family and friends are important. You can't just write them off because of their political views." My mother is a saint of a woman, and it is for her that I am writing this to you. I'm going to explain myself very clearly.
The famous reporter and blogger behind Humans of New York recently said that supporting Trump is no longer a political issue. It is a moral one. In fact, I would be hard pressed to find an issue that Trump brings up that doesn't carry some sort of moral bearing. Things you see as political, like removing all Muslims from the United States or building a wall on the border of Mexico, might be political ideas to you, but they are also highly moral, and they come not from a background of advancing a political agenda. They come from a background of scapegoating, hatred, and misinformation.
So, here I come in, and I see that you support this kind of rhetoric. In my mind, that reflects on you that you support racism, xenophobia, hatred, bigotry, and violence. When Trump says, "You should punch them in the face," do you cheer along with the crowd? Do you feel any pangs of fear or guilt in your stomach, or are you so bought in that you don't see what he's saying? You teach your kids not to hit one another, and a grown man gets on stage every night and tells people to do just that, and it doesn't bother you? I don't understand.
I understand times are tough in the States, and you want something new. If you're willing to overlook Trump's gross immoralities and hatred because you think he's a straight shooter, I can't help but think you've undergone some sort of moral transformation. Your struggles with the economy, with housing, with jobs, whatever it may be, have gotten you so angry that you've lost who you are in favor of hatred and bigotry. That's the only conclusion I can draw. That, or you've been hateful all along, and it just took someone coming out and saying it for you to show your true colors. You fooled me. You don't see the hateful rhetoric from any of the other Republican front runners. I assure you, my qualms aren't partisan.
I'm not here to tell you I don't love you anymore, or that I absolutely cannot have you in my life. That said, if we're being honest, I do think less of you. I suppose I just expected better. If Trump comes up at the dinner table, don't expect me to stick around. If I know I won't change your mind, what's the point in speaking up? I'll just leave the room. My parents and upbringing always taught me to surround yourself with people who build you up and who make you a better person. If you believe what Trump is pitching and you advocate for it, you do neither of those things. You promote hatred, ignorance, and anarchy. I don't care how bad the political situation has gotten or if you feel that your status as an American has lowered. If you have food on your table, you're doing better than a lot of folks. What Trump is doing is taking those who feel disenfranchised and giving them someone to disenfranchise further. If you can knock someone to the rung below you, maybe you'll really feel like things are going well for you. If you can alienate Muslims, Mexicans, Democrats, or anyone else you don't like, maybe your life will feel like it has more meaning. Is that really the schoolyard mentality that you've devolved to? My disappointment can't be conveyed in a few words on the Internet.
So, moving forward, know that I still love you, but things won't be the same for us. In every conversation and every glance, there will be disappointment. They say blood is thicker than water, and were you not already a fixture in my life who I really value, I may not have afforded you the courtesy. I have defriended others on Facebook, been scathing, been angry. Know that your support of Donald Trump says more about you than who you want to be president. It says what you want America to become, and I can assure that Donald's America will not be great again. It will be the worst it has ever been.
I'm sorry if this seems unfair, but I've said my piece, and I mean it.
I wish you a change of heart to love, peace, and understanding. I'll always be here when you need me.
Love,
Ryan
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Shower Thoughts
Lately, I've had some heavy stuff on my mind. The fact that the Beazley family is leaving is a not-so-pleasant thought at least a few times a day. I'm going to Bosnia, Serbia, Croatia, and Slovenia this week, and I've done a bit too much reading about genocide for my brain this week. Reapplying for the SLA job and eventual grad school looms large on the horizon. Trump is looking like he could become the next president (I threw up in my mouth a bit as I wrote that). I'm still as happy as ever, but the weight of some of these things on my mind has caused me to pause and take time to lighten the mood a bit and remember how great life is. So, that's what I'm doing.
Every week I write a satirical newsletter for our campus's soccer league. It's usually ridiculous and very stream-of-consciousness writing, leading one of my bosses to say at one point, "It's a glimpse into whatever is going on inside your head sometimes." Admittedly, I have some scatter-brained thoughts. I've titled them shower thoughts because I suppose that's the genre of thinking it is, but these are the random thoughts that occurred to me throughout the day today that I wrote down for the sake of this post. Some are horribly bizarre. All are without explanation.
1. Why are Christmas songs so creepy? Santa Claus Is Coming To Town sounds like it's an anthem in 1984.
2. Ciao means hello and goodbye. That's just lazy.
3. If you wear high enough shoes, you can always wear mismatched socks.
4. Do you think other species are aware that what they eat affects how they poop?
5. What if I didn't wake up today? Death by ribs would be a weird way to go.
6. The only two Bible stories I ever think about are the good Samaritan and the woman at the well. The far right has casually forgotten these.
7. What does English sound like to Italian dogs?
8. If an alien landed on earth, what would be the most bizarre thing they found? Raisins or ripped jeans get my votes.
9. Babies are basically tiny stoned adults.
10. If I practiced enough, could I be the best mime there ever was?
11. The first time someone wore shoes they probably weren't comfortable, so why do we wear shoes today? What idiot invented wooden shoes? Did the shoe or the sock come first?
12. Do you think the first rat-tail haircut came from someone with a really weird balding pattern?
That's the average things in my brain for the course of a day. When I'm trying to get my mind off of whatever is shitty in the world, this is what my brain wanders to. Have a great week, everyone!
Every week I write a satirical newsletter for our campus's soccer league. It's usually ridiculous and very stream-of-consciousness writing, leading one of my bosses to say at one point, "It's a glimpse into whatever is going on inside your head sometimes." Admittedly, I have some scatter-brained thoughts. I've titled them shower thoughts because I suppose that's the genre of thinking it is, but these are the random thoughts that occurred to me throughout the day today that I wrote down for the sake of this post. Some are horribly bizarre. All are without explanation.
1. Why are Christmas songs so creepy? Santa Claus Is Coming To Town sounds like it's an anthem in 1984.
2. Ciao means hello and goodbye. That's just lazy.
3. If you wear high enough shoes, you can always wear mismatched socks.
4. Do you think other species are aware that what they eat affects how they poop?
5. What if I didn't wake up today? Death by ribs would be a weird way to go.
6. The only two Bible stories I ever think about are the good Samaritan and the woman at the well. The far right has casually forgotten these.
7. What does English sound like to Italian dogs?
8. If an alien landed on earth, what would be the most bizarre thing they found? Raisins or ripped jeans get my votes.
9. Babies are basically tiny stoned adults.
10. If I practiced enough, could I be the best mime there ever was?
11. The first time someone wore shoes they probably weren't comfortable, so why do we wear shoes today? What idiot invented wooden shoes? Did the shoe or the sock come first?
12. Do you think the first rat-tail haircut came from someone with a really weird balding pattern?
That's the average things in my brain for the course of a day. When I'm trying to get my mind off of whatever is shitty in the world, this is what my brain wanders to. Have a great week, everyone!
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Necessities
This past week, two of my dearest friends, Kelly Cahalin and Cat O'Brien, came to visit me in Rome. Kelly came all the way from Nepal, and Cat from Bhutan. They were both here quite a while, and it was so refreshing to see them. I wish I would've been able to work less to see them more, but I'm glad I got to see them at all.
I could go into detail about exactly how we spent our time, but instead, I'm going to talk about what struck me about seeing these two friends after we've had such diverse experiences over the last few years.
When Kelly first walked into her room at the Rome center, she was teary because she had running water, a nice bed, and electricity. It took a few days for that to sink in for me. I've never quite lived without those basic "necessities," or things I considered necessary. It's something I've been pondering over the last few days. What exactly is completely necessary in my life?
Cat came from Bhutan, which, admittedly, before she went there, I had never heard of. Inspired by her quest there, I've since done some research, and it's a really interesting place. It was made only more interesting by her recounting tales of her life and happenings there. Her experience was similar to Kelly's in that she was living much more simply. The contrast between Bhutan and the world at home that she was used to before going are astronomically different. I used to think that I had been living in very different experiences from what I was used to at home, and the more I think about those two, I feel like I haven't challenged myself nearly as much as I thought I had. I'm so unbelievably proud of those two, and in a weird way, I'm kind of jealous.
Seeing these two radically altered my perception of comfortability and normalcy. I have absolutely no idea what it's like to go without, to truly struggle. I thought I was thrusting myself out of my comfort Zone with Korea, but shit, I still had everything I needed at my finger tips. Their visit was a huge, huge privilege check, and I needed that.
Someday, I hope to push myself to those boundaries, to really not have everything readily available. I want to go without the comforts that I'm used to. I imagine both Kelly's and Cat's sense of self and empathy are far beyond what I could imagine. They can put themselves into another's shoes in a way that I can't; I have absolutely no idea what it's like to truly need for anything. I know what it's like to want for things, but that's generally pretty superficial. I wish I had money to travel all over the world, and I would really like a humidor for cigars. In the context of what I just said above, how incredibly stupid does that sound? I've got your answer: mindbogglingly.
Kelly works at an orphanage. In addition to her own everyday lack of comforts, she has a lot of children to worry about as well. Kelly knows I love her more than anything on the planets, but the one thing I definitely love most, is that I know that Kelly would give every single one of those kids running water or electricity before she gave it to herself. Selfless in every sense of the word. The same goes for Cat. She would've given anything to her students. I think true service of others is putting your boots on the ground and getting into the lives of those you wish to serve. Both of these friends have done that, and in my own way, I've engrained myself in the lives of my students to serve them. It's not in the same way, but drawing that comparison made me feel a bit less down about myself after comparing my last few years to those of my incredible friends. I do feel like I'm making a difference for someone, even if it isn't the most underserved population out there. My students are probably the opposite of underserved generally, and the sense of entitlement is often infuriating, but these students could cure cancer, or solve world hunger, or become president. I hope in my own way, that I'm contributing to the betterment of every student I meet.
I don't know that I'll ever have an experience similar to what Kelly or Cat has had. They are the type of people I aspire to be. They're the type of people I hope to meet every day and surround myself with. I'm lucky as hell to have them in my life. It's always refreshing to have reminders of the people in my life who are awesome. I've been noticing recently the selflessness of my coworkers, and their desire to help others (even if sometimes they're at their wits end). I've seen some radiant examples recently of their care for those around them. Every single day there's a reminder of the awesomeness around me, and I ought to start paying more attention to it.
I've gone on long enough I think. Cheers today and always to all of you who make each day worth waking up for. Ciao!
I could go into detail about exactly how we spent our time, but instead, I'm going to talk about what struck me about seeing these two friends after we've had such diverse experiences over the last few years.
When Kelly first walked into her room at the Rome center, she was teary because she had running water, a nice bed, and electricity. It took a few days for that to sink in for me. I've never quite lived without those basic "necessities," or things I considered necessary. It's something I've been pondering over the last few days. What exactly is completely necessary in my life?
Cat came from Bhutan, which, admittedly, before she went there, I had never heard of. Inspired by her quest there, I've since done some research, and it's a really interesting place. It was made only more interesting by her recounting tales of her life and happenings there. Her experience was similar to Kelly's in that she was living much more simply. The contrast between Bhutan and the world at home that she was used to before going are astronomically different. I used to think that I had been living in very different experiences from what I was used to at home, and the more I think about those two, I feel like I haven't challenged myself nearly as much as I thought I had. I'm so unbelievably proud of those two, and in a weird way, I'm kind of jealous.
Seeing these two radically altered my perception of comfortability and normalcy. I have absolutely no idea what it's like to go without, to truly struggle. I thought I was thrusting myself out of my comfort Zone with Korea, but shit, I still had everything I needed at my finger tips. Their visit was a huge, huge privilege check, and I needed that.
Someday, I hope to push myself to those boundaries, to really not have everything readily available. I want to go without the comforts that I'm used to. I imagine both Kelly's and Cat's sense of self and empathy are far beyond what I could imagine. They can put themselves into another's shoes in a way that I can't; I have absolutely no idea what it's like to truly need for anything. I know what it's like to want for things, but that's generally pretty superficial. I wish I had money to travel all over the world, and I would really like a humidor for cigars. In the context of what I just said above, how incredibly stupid does that sound? I've got your answer: mindbogglingly.
Kelly works at an orphanage. In addition to her own everyday lack of comforts, she has a lot of children to worry about as well. Kelly knows I love her more than anything on the planets, but the one thing I definitely love most, is that I know that Kelly would give every single one of those kids running water or electricity before she gave it to herself. Selfless in every sense of the word. The same goes for Cat. She would've given anything to her students. I think true service of others is putting your boots on the ground and getting into the lives of those you wish to serve. Both of these friends have done that, and in my own way, I've engrained myself in the lives of my students to serve them. It's not in the same way, but drawing that comparison made me feel a bit less down about myself after comparing my last few years to those of my incredible friends. I do feel like I'm making a difference for someone, even if it isn't the most underserved population out there. My students are probably the opposite of underserved generally, and the sense of entitlement is often infuriating, but these students could cure cancer, or solve world hunger, or become president. I hope in my own way, that I'm contributing to the betterment of every student I meet.
I don't know that I'll ever have an experience similar to what Kelly or Cat has had. They are the type of people I aspire to be. They're the type of people I hope to meet every day and surround myself with. I'm lucky as hell to have them in my life. It's always refreshing to have reminders of the people in my life who are awesome. I've been noticing recently the selflessness of my coworkers, and their desire to help others (even if sometimes they're at their wits end). I've seen some radiant examples recently of their care for those around them. Every single day there's a reminder of the awesomeness around me, and I ought to start paying more attention to it.
I've gone on long enough I think. Cheers today and always to all of you who make each day worth waking up for. Ciao!
Monday, February 1, 2016
Motivation, Recognition, & Appreciation
Much like my last post and many of the others before that, this one is stemming from one of my random midday thoughts that keeps me thinking for a large portion of the day. Today, I got to thinking about the motivation for why I do things and why we all do things. Maybe I'm just sensitive to it, but it seems like the topic of my religious beliefs has been coming up a lot lately. It's been pretty organic, but it occurred to me that a lot of people are probably good people because of the expectation of divine reward (whether in the afterlife, or in more favorable circumstances on earth). That's an interesting concept to me. Cat's out of the bag that I don't necessarily identify as religious, but I think there's something to be said for doing good things just for the sake of doing them, without any expectation of reward or recognition. I'm not saying that's something that I'm about all the time, but it's a nice thought, isn't it?
Everyone likes positive reinforcement. A pat on the back and a friendly recognition are always welcome. My question is, to what extent are we really doing things for ourself? We live in a culture where we post photos for the sake of getting likes. We alter our personalities online and offline to get noticed, and I'm just as guilty as the next person. However, I think it needs to be good enough to do things just because they should be done. Mature adults realize what's right and what's wrong, what has to be done and what doesn't. The best piece of advice I was ever given was from my high school athletic director. He said something to the effect of: "You can be the president or the janitor. If it's a Saturday and the toilet needs plunging, you should just do it." That's not necessarily something you're going to get recognition for, but there's something to be said for just doing it, for not being above any job, and not expecting that pat on the back afterward.
That said, it really sucks to do something that probably deserves a thank you, and then, you don't get it. If you hold a door for someone and they walk through without a word, you'll probably think them a rather rude person. So, is generosity a two-way street? Is it really a generous thing to do if you expect something in return? I think there's intrinsic value in generosity and in being generous with putting your time and efforts towards things. It feels really good to make someone else's day. That's value enough in a lot of cases.
I've been asked by a handful of students why I wanted to be an SLA, and I think that got my brain turning about why I do the things I do. Why am I here in Italy? I think it's a mix of selfish and unselfish reasons. I really do care about the students and their experience. However, Italy is personally rewarding right now, too. I can't pinpoint one reason why I'm here, and I think that motivations are generally a lot more complicated than one factor. It's interesting to try to dissect why I am where I am from an intrinsic point-of-view, though. It's something I think I'll be thinking about a lot in the future.
I think I've figured out a good balance of selfish and generosity. I think I do enjoy recognition as much as the next person, but I also do sometimes do things just for the sake of doing them. Sometimes I fish for likes or for the pat on the back, but sometimes, I do things just because they need to be done. It's a complex thought for me for some reason. Is doing things for the sake of the recognition wrong? I don't think it's wrong to be a good person because you expect divine reward; however, the idea of doing things selflessly to the point of not about rewards seems very noble to me. The best people I know are people who just give without expectation. They don't hold a debt in front of your face; they sneak attack you with donuts during the middle of your work day (that happened today, so it's a concrete example).
Anyway, I don't have much of a conclusion from all of these thoughts. It's more of a lingering question about why I do what I do, and why other people do what they do. If the end is the same (a good deed, or a beautiful photo online, or generosity of time and effort), do I need to question why I'm doing what I'm doing or why other people are? I'm willing to pat everyone on the back and recognize their good deeds if they do more of them. Those stories don't make the news though these days. Alas, I digress.
Kudos to you if you managed to make sense of any of that. Have a good one, pals.
Everyone likes positive reinforcement. A pat on the back and a friendly recognition are always welcome. My question is, to what extent are we really doing things for ourself? We live in a culture where we post photos for the sake of getting likes. We alter our personalities online and offline to get noticed, and I'm just as guilty as the next person. However, I think it needs to be good enough to do things just because they should be done. Mature adults realize what's right and what's wrong, what has to be done and what doesn't. The best piece of advice I was ever given was from my high school athletic director. He said something to the effect of: "You can be the president or the janitor. If it's a Saturday and the toilet needs plunging, you should just do it." That's not necessarily something you're going to get recognition for, but there's something to be said for just doing it, for not being above any job, and not expecting that pat on the back afterward.
That said, it really sucks to do something that probably deserves a thank you, and then, you don't get it. If you hold a door for someone and they walk through without a word, you'll probably think them a rather rude person. So, is generosity a two-way street? Is it really a generous thing to do if you expect something in return? I think there's intrinsic value in generosity and in being generous with putting your time and efforts towards things. It feels really good to make someone else's day. That's value enough in a lot of cases.
I've been asked by a handful of students why I wanted to be an SLA, and I think that got my brain turning about why I do the things I do. Why am I here in Italy? I think it's a mix of selfish and unselfish reasons. I really do care about the students and their experience. However, Italy is personally rewarding right now, too. I can't pinpoint one reason why I'm here, and I think that motivations are generally a lot more complicated than one factor. It's interesting to try to dissect why I am where I am from an intrinsic point-of-view, though. It's something I think I'll be thinking about a lot in the future.
I think I've figured out a good balance of selfish and generosity. I think I do enjoy recognition as much as the next person, but I also do sometimes do things just for the sake of doing them. Sometimes I fish for likes or for the pat on the back, but sometimes, I do things just because they need to be done. It's a complex thought for me for some reason. Is doing things for the sake of the recognition wrong? I don't think it's wrong to be a good person because you expect divine reward; however, the idea of doing things selflessly to the point of not about rewards seems very noble to me. The best people I know are people who just give without expectation. They don't hold a debt in front of your face; they sneak attack you with donuts during the middle of your work day (that happened today, so it's a concrete example).
Anyway, I don't have much of a conclusion from all of these thoughts. It's more of a lingering question about why I do what I do, and why other people do what they do. If the end is the same (a good deed, or a beautiful photo online, or generosity of time and effort), do I need to question why I'm doing what I'm doing or why other people are? I'm willing to pat everyone on the back and recognize their good deeds if they do more of them. Those stories don't make the news though these days. Alas, I digress.
Kudos to you if you managed to make sense of any of that. Have a good one, pals.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Independence
I spent five minutes or so just now thinking about the word independence. Did I get it when I moved off to college? Did I get it when I moved to Korea? Did I achieve it when I studied abroad? Independence has been something I've always talked loftily about. I consider myself an independent person. What exactly does that even mean?
It's taken me a while, but I think I've finally got it figured out. I also don't think I really was an independent person until after college. For me, independence means being okay with yourself before you take put yourself out there for others. It means being sure of yourself and having conviction, even if you mess up sometimes. It means being able to be alone without going stir crazy, and even enjoying it sometimes. I think that "being alone" part is pretty important, and it's something I often struggled with. There's a large difference between being alone and being lonely. At different points in my life, I often thought I was a lonely person for one reason or another. Toward the end of high school and early into college, I thought not being lonely meant having the acceptance of females. I thought it meant having a girlfriend. Later in college, I just hated being alone at all. I didn't like to be alone with my thoughts. By the time I was a senior, I was slowly starting to figure out that I needed to figure things out on my own before I brought other people into the picture.
There's always room for improvement as a person, but growing up is having some degree of knowledge of who you are, what you like and don't like, what you need to be sane, and what your authentic self is. That's independence. It doesn't mean you can do everything on your own, and I think I understand that more than ever. It means knowing when you need to depend on others. I think in order to truly give yourself to others, whether it be in friendships, relationships, or in service, you need to first work on knowing yourself. It wasn't really until after college that I first started to put into motion an effort to know myself and develop independence.
I started to realize that people were knowing me in a more real way. I didn't feel the need to put on fronts for people. I am what I am, and while it's a constant process, I know what my values are and who I want to be. It's easier for me to be truthful with people about who I am and what I want in life. I find that a lot of the friendships or relationships I've lost are really a result of me not having had any idea what was going on in my life or what my inward focus was. I realize now that it took being a little selfish and taking some time to myself to figure out what the hell I'm doing here on this planet of ours. I had countless trips alone out and about in Jeju, and I did a lot of self-discovery there. The pivotal point came to me with the help of Alex Boesch, who realized what I really wanted was to be in Rome, and he told me to stop putzing around and make myself happy. I finally started putting effort into figuring myself out, and I'm happier than I've ever been in my life.
I love being alone. I love doing things myself and feeling accomplished afterward. None of that is independence though. Independence is a base layer for throwing yourself out there to others. It's being able to do your own laundry and fight your own battles just because you know you can. It doesn't mean I have to do everything on my own or focus only on myself. It does mean that sometimes I do have to do things on my own, and sometimes I do need to focus on myself.
I've got goals, and I'm confident I'll reach them. I'm confident I have friends that truly know me and love me for the weirdass that I am. Everything is kind of clicking. While there's tough days as there always has been and will be, I feel more equipped to handle them than at any other moment in my life. Each day I'm feeling more and more equipped, and even though there will be bad days and there will be doubts, I'll bounce back because I'm totally capable.
That's about all I've got. A new group of students arrived, and I hope they're working on figuring out themselves. I'm working on a study trip to Bosnia and Serbia for March, and I'm super excited. It's going to be a quick and wonderful semester. Hope friends and family worldwide are doing well. Ciao.
Monday, December 28, 2015
Home: A New Year
I'm back in Rome! Had my first espresso down at the corner bar, settled back into my temporary room on campus, and went to the grocery store for some prosciutto, salame piccante, and fior di sardo formaggio. I would say settling back into Italian life came quicker than trying to acclimate back to American life.
For the first time, being away from the States and coming home felt really weird. From the second I stepped off the plane and was spoken to in English to the drinks in the bar in the airport at the end, American culture wasn't something I was used to. It was an odd feeling. It wasn't bad; it was just weird. I thoroughly enjoyed all the people I got to see. I enjoyed every moment with my family. It just had a weird air. I went into a gas station on the way home from Chicago, and there were 15 types of barbecue chips. How am I supposed to decide between 15 different types?
I got over that, and like I said, it was a lovely trip home. I had a lot of time to think and relax, and the word "home" was something that was on my mind a lot. At one point, I referred to Rome as home to my mother, and she wasn't too happy about it. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that St. Louis isn't my one home anymore. I grew up in St. Louis, and it is home in a lot of ways, but it's not the only one.
Rome is in fact home. Right now, it's where I live, and it's where I feel most comfortable. I'm in my element. I'm loving life. I'm incredibly happy. However, Chicago is still home. I felt a lot of happiness in going back there. St. Louis also felt like home. When I think about Korea, there feels like home, too. In fact, when I think about home, I don't really think about the place. The people who make those places places that I enjoy and keep going back to are the reason they feel like home.
Being in the States and seeing my family, Luke Landolt, Mikey Dienstbach, Katie Bell and Mitch Catalano, Laura Welp and her family (and special surprise Julie Strand!), Kelly Cahalin, Liz Sinclair (soon to be Pompliano! Congratulations!), high school friends, and the Beazleys, among many others, that all made it feel like home. I missed it. I found however, that after a week or so, I started to miss those I love here in Rome. I started to miss my job (which has actually never happened before). Coming back and seeing Michael Cronin, Fran Homan, and soon my other SLA pals will be pretty great. Hell, seeing the guy at the corner bar for a coffee felt good.
And thus, even after having heard it in the past, I finally felt it. Home isn't places; it's the love you find in those places. I'm a happy, fortunate man to have so many wonderful people in my life. I think often about my friends from Korea. I think often about the States. At this moment in time though, I'm so happy to be in this home here in Rome. It's with that realization that I find myself excited to take on a new year. I think it's fitting that my New Year's Eve celebration will be spent here with friends.
So much has happened in the last year. I've been on four continents (Asia, Europe, North America, Australia), two for extended living. I've made countless friends. I got my dream job and am loving it. I got into a motorcycle accident and broke my foot. I learned from it. I find myself as content as I've ever been.
And thus, I look forward to the new year. I'll be applying for another year here in Rome (fingers crossed for me!). I'll be starting to think about graduate school for after Rome. My sister will be getting married in July, and I'll be going home for it. My Italian language skills will undoubtedly improve. I'll make new friends. I'll see new places. I'll constantly be reminded of how lucky I am.
I come into the new year with new goals. I find that I'm more likely to hold onto new years resolutions if I write them down and publicize them to the world, so here they are:
1. Visit all 7 continents before I'm 27. Begin saving up.
2. Commit to a diet (because I haven't been able to stick to one), and lose 40 pounds.
3. Take 3 months off from alcohol entirely.
4. Find little ways to make changes.
5. Continue to choose to be happy.
6. Make new friends and learn about new places.
7. Keep up with learning Italian.
8. Keep in touch with those I love worldwide.
9. Get accepted into a grad school with a grad assistantship.
10. Improve. Improve in every way that I can. Be a better friend, son, coworker, and human.
I can't wait to see what 2016 has in store. I can't wait to make new homes.
Buon Natale, e Buon Capo D'Anno. Ciao, friends.
For the first time, being away from the States and coming home felt really weird. From the second I stepped off the plane and was spoken to in English to the drinks in the bar in the airport at the end, American culture wasn't something I was used to. It was an odd feeling. It wasn't bad; it was just weird. I thoroughly enjoyed all the people I got to see. I enjoyed every moment with my family. It just had a weird air. I went into a gas station on the way home from Chicago, and there were 15 types of barbecue chips. How am I supposed to decide between 15 different types?
I got over that, and like I said, it was a lovely trip home. I had a lot of time to think and relax, and the word "home" was something that was on my mind a lot. At one point, I referred to Rome as home to my mother, and she wasn't too happy about it. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that St. Louis isn't my one home anymore. I grew up in St. Louis, and it is home in a lot of ways, but it's not the only one.
Rome is in fact home. Right now, it's where I live, and it's where I feel most comfortable. I'm in my element. I'm loving life. I'm incredibly happy. However, Chicago is still home. I felt a lot of happiness in going back there. St. Louis also felt like home. When I think about Korea, there feels like home, too. In fact, when I think about home, I don't really think about the place. The people who make those places places that I enjoy and keep going back to are the reason they feel like home.
Being in the States and seeing my family, Luke Landolt, Mikey Dienstbach, Katie Bell and Mitch Catalano, Laura Welp and her family (and special surprise Julie Strand!), Kelly Cahalin, Liz Sinclair (soon to be Pompliano! Congratulations!), high school friends, and the Beazleys, among many others, that all made it feel like home. I missed it. I found however, that after a week or so, I started to miss those I love here in Rome. I started to miss my job (which has actually never happened before). Coming back and seeing Michael Cronin, Fran Homan, and soon my other SLA pals will be pretty great. Hell, seeing the guy at the corner bar for a coffee felt good.
And thus, even after having heard it in the past, I finally felt it. Home isn't places; it's the love you find in those places. I'm a happy, fortunate man to have so many wonderful people in my life. I think often about my friends from Korea. I think often about the States. At this moment in time though, I'm so happy to be in this home here in Rome. It's with that realization that I find myself excited to take on a new year. I think it's fitting that my New Year's Eve celebration will be spent here with friends.
So much has happened in the last year. I've been on four continents (Asia, Europe, North America, Australia), two for extended living. I've made countless friends. I got my dream job and am loving it. I got into a motorcycle accident and broke my foot. I learned from it. I find myself as content as I've ever been.
And thus, I look forward to the new year. I'll be applying for another year here in Rome (fingers crossed for me!). I'll be starting to think about graduate school for after Rome. My sister will be getting married in July, and I'll be going home for it. My Italian language skills will undoubtedly improve. I'll make new friends. I'll see new places. I'll constantly be reminded of how lucky I am.
I come into the new year with new goals. I find that I'm more likely to hold onto new years resolutions if I write them down and publicize them to the world, so here they are:
1. Visit all 7 continents before I'm 27. Begin saving up.
2. Commit to a diet (because I haven't been able to stick to one), and lose 40 pounds.
3. Take 3 months off from alcohol entirely.
4. Find little ways to make changes.
5. Continue to choose to be happy.
6. Make new friends and learn about new places.
7. Keep up with learning Italian.
8. Keep in touch with those I love worldwide.
9. Get accepted into a grad school with a grad assistantship.
10. Improve. Improve in every way that I can. Be a better friend, son, coworker, and human.
I can't wait to see what 2016 has in store. I can't wait to make new homes.
Buon Natale, e Buon Capo D'Anno. Ciao, friends.
Friday, November 27, 2015
Choice
One of the priests here on campus, Father Ted Bohr, showed me a New York Times article earlier this week about gratitude. One of the main points it focused on was that we must choose to be grateful. Even if we don't necessarily feel gratitude in any given moment, choosing to be grateful and thinking about all we have can make us grateful people in general.
My wheels have been turning all week thinking about this article. Of course, it's Thanksgiving, so we all choose to be grateful. Then, I started thinking about all the other choices in life. If we choose to think about what makes us happy, will we become happier people in general? If we think about what we like about our jobs instead of what we don't like, will we be happier in our positions?
I think the answer is absolutely yes. I think most of our lives boil down to choices. I've made a lot of good choices and a lot of bad ones, and the more I dissect it, where I am now is a product of all of those choices. A lot of choice is how we choose to react in the face of unforeseen circumstances. Yes, we can choose a lot in our lives, even things we didn't think we could choose for ourselves, but some things just happen. People die; friendships fall apart even though we don't want them to; natural disasters occur; we get flat tires. Things happen. However, I think there's an element of choice to everything that happens in life.
I think back to late high school, when I really felt like life was crashing down on me. My friend Chris passed away. My friend Jay's dad passed away. My friend Greg's mom passed away. I wanted to go to Boston College and couldn't afford it. I was a miserable wreck. Coming out of that rut really came down to me choosing to come out of it, and I had to do that when the time was right for me.
I think about conflicts I've had. You can choose to address problems, or you can choose to ignore them. You can choose to let things go, or you can choose to dwell on them. The tiniest choices can affect so much. I thought through this the other day pretty methodically, and had probably thought about it 100 times before, but not like this: I chose to buy a motorcycle; I chose to fix the starter when the weather started to get nice; I chose to go out to the beach for 45 minutes even though I worked in an hour and a half; I chose to take the longer coastal road to the beach; I chose to try to pass a swerving tractor and the guy ended up being drunk. A lot of choices led to me breaking my foot, and any one of those choices not made would've made my life very different.
That's kind of an extreme example, but how many of those occurrences in life happen the same way? Pretty much every single occurrence actually. I chose to go to Loyola, and I chose to study abroad, and I chose to apply for this job, and I chose to come into the office today to write this blog post, and here it is. Funny how that works, eh?
I think the overall thing I've taken from rambling thoughts like those above is this: we have so much more control over our lives than we think. It's easy to feel helpless, like your the product of your environment and that absolutely nothing can change your situation. I'm not doubting that, in many ways, there's a lot out of our control. That said, once I started to think about what I can control, I had a much better week this week. It's about learning yourself and then making choices that lead you down the path you want to go down. Every minute of every day we're making choices that affect our outcomes.
The more I've thought about each choice I'm making, the more I've been able to ensure I'm making good ones. That's not to say bad ones don't happen and aren't happening every day for me, but consequences are so much clearer when you sit there and say, "This is a choice. Things can go one way or another way based on this choice. What will I do?"
Think what the world could be like if we all made more choices instead of feeling helpless. Tons of refugees fleeing war and horrors unimaginable? I choose to help in any way that I can. Sexual assaults on campuses more rampant than ever? I choose to not be silent. My friend has a problem and is very distraught? I choose to listen and console. There is so much we can do if we just make choices other than choosing to be lazy and apathetic. Some things really don't even take much energy, and the more I think about how lazy I'm capable of becoming but how much I'm capable of doing to help, the more I wish I thought more about my choices.
Anyway, I'm confusing myself with how many times I've used the words "choose" and "choice." I think the goal for me is to just be more mindful and to realize how much I truly do have control over. I hope you all had a very lovely Thanksgiving, and know that I missed all friends and family over the holiday. Ciao for now.
My wheels have been turning all week thinking about this article. Of course, it's Thanksgiving, so we all choose to be grateful. Then, I started thinking about all the other choices in life. If we choose to think about what makes us happy, will we become happier people in general? If we think about what we like about our jobs instead of what we don't like, will we be happier in our positions?
I think the answer is absolutely yes. I think most of our lives boil down to choices. I've made a lot of good choices and a lot of bad ones, and the more I dissect it, where I am now is a product of all of those choices. A lot of choice is how we choose to react in the face of unforeseen circumstances. Yes, we can choose a lot in our lives, even things we didn't think we could choose for ourselves, but some things just happen. People die; friendships fall apart even though we don't want them to; natural disasters occur; we get flat tires. Things happen. However, I think there's an element of choice to everything that happens in life.
I think back to late high school, when I really felt like life was crashing down on me. My friend Chris passed away. My friend Jay's dad passed away. My friend Greg's mom passed away. I wanted to go to Boston College and couldn't afford it. I was a miserable wreck. Coming out of that rut really came down to me choosing to come out of it, and I had to do that when the time was right for me.
I think about conflicts I've had. You can choose to address problems, or you can choose to ignore them. You can choose to let things go, or you can choose to dwell on them. The tiniest choices can affect so much. I thought through this the other day pretty methodically, and had probably thought about it 100 times before, but not like this: I chose to buy a motorcycle; I chose to fix the starter when the weather started to get nice; I chose to go out to the beach for 45 minutes even though I worked in an hour and a half; I chose to take the longer coastal road to the beach; I chose to try to pass a swerving tractor and the guy ended up being drunk. A lot of choices led to me breaking my foot, and any one of those choices not made would've made my life very different.
That's kind of an extreme example, but how many of those occurrences in life happen the same way? Pretty much every single occurrence actually. I chose to go to Loyola, and I chose to study abroad, and I chose to apply for this job, and I chose to come into the office today to write this blog post, and here it is. Funny how that works, eh?
I think the overall thing I've taken from rambling thoughts like those above is this: we have so much more control over our lives than we think. It's easy to feel helpless, like your the product of your environment and that absolutely nothing can change your situation. I'm not doubting that, in many ways, there's a lot out of our control. That said, once I started to think about what I can control, I had a much better week this week. It's about learning yourself and then making choices that lead you down the path you want to go down. Every minute of every day we're making choices that affect our outcomes.
The more I've thought about each choice I'm making, the more I've been able to ensure I'm making good ones. That's not to say bad ones don't happen and aren't happening every day for me, but consequences are so much clearer when you sit there and say, "This is a choice. Things can go one way or another way based on this choice. What will I do?"
Think what the world could be like if we all made more choices instead of feeling helpless. Tons of refugees fleeing war and horrors unimaginable? I choose to help in any way that I can. Sexual assaults on campuses more rampant than ever? I choose to not be silent. My friend has a problem and is very distraught? I choose to listen and console. There is so much we can do if we just make choices other than choosing to be lazy and apathetic. Some things really don't even take much energy, and the more I think about how lazy I'm capable of becoming but how much I'm capable of doing to help, the more I wish I thought more about my choices.
Anyway, I'm confusing myself with how many times I've used the words "choose" and "choice." I think the goal for me is to just be more mindful and to realize how much I truly do have control over. I hope you all had a very lovely Thanksgiving, and know that I missed all friends and family over the holiday. Ciao for now.
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