Hello world! That’s right, I am part of the generation of idealist thinkers raised to believe the world is ours for the changing and full of folks eager to listen to our every thought and help with our every whim. Thankfully, I was also raised by pragmatists who understand that to really make it in life you have to work hard. I actually consider myself lucky to be born in the midst of such a reinvention of social norms because I’ve tried throughout my life to be an observer, finding the best of every way of thinking and noticing the flaws that lead to less than ideal circumstances.
I was born and raised in Iowa and have been living in the Fort Worth area for almost a decade. Although I am fortunate enough to have traveled abroad to Germany and Ireland, the culture shock of moving to the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex was intense. Once again, I was an observer. No surprise, my favorite college classes were Anthropology and World Geography, after anything Art, of course.
Yep, I’m talking in classes here, not degrees. Like too many people today, I’m weighing the options between paying tuition or rent, finding my own way or having a crippling debt. Because of this, I have had the chance to work in positions ranging from cashier to management and witness people and their uninhibited day to day actions (yeah, that time you yelled at the employee trying to help because you were having a bad day). Not that I see the worst in people, it actually helped me bloom out of my natural shyness and developed my love of being able to help those in need with the skills I possess.
For being so idealistic, I seem to have grown up in the age of American cynicism. I remember reciting the pledge of Allegiance every day through elementary school, yes even though it said ‘God’, and thinking how lucky I was to be born in this country. A place where everyone has a chance to make of themselves what they can, be it cultivating the family farm or becoming a world renowned physics and astronomy professor like each of my respective grandpas. So, since in my youth, I alternated between the rickety porch on the old farm and wandering through the Natural History Museum to Grandpa Ed’s office, I am acutely aware of America’s greatest strength – diversity. No one person should be able to say what is best for us and everyone deserves to be heard, so I hope you keep listening to us.