The past six months have gone by in a blur. I graduated from college, moved 12 hours from home, started my first job, rented my first solo apartment, and bought my first couch, television and crockpot. I left the rural, small town life I was familiar with for a city that’s more familiar with hipsters than hay balers. I’m experiencing true independence for the first time and loving every minute of it.
I don’t really know how to approach this blog, but I knew I wanted to write a post about it. With that said, forgive me if I ramble.
Last night, I had the chance to participate in the first-ever Ella’s Halo Helping Hour. Hosted at my office, around 20 volunteers gathered to fill 500 drawstring bags with things like cameras, water bottles, toiletries, pens and notepads. These bags will eventually be donated to the NICU at one of the hospitals in Minneapolis for parents of preemies having to make unexpected hospital stays.
While Ella’s Halo, the nonprofit hosting the event, is a worthy cause in anybody’s book, it was made even more special for me because it was founded by my co-worker and his wife, after they lost their daughter Ella in 2009.
I don’t know what it’s like to have or lose a child. However, I can’t help but have the utmost respect and admiration for Ryan and Taryn. They took a situation that will forever conjure dual memories of sadness and joy, and they turned it into something that can help others unexpectedly put in similar situations.
I’m looking forward to being able to help with other Ella’s Halo activities in the future and hope you’ll take a moment to visit the Ella’s Halo website. No donation is necessary, but please read Ella’s story. I hope it inspires us all to build up the strength and courage it takes to brave life’s dark situations and turn in them into light.
Seeing as how my last post was rather sad, I figured it’s about time to refresh it with some happier thoughts!
Over the past few weeks, I’ve put a lot more effort into getting myself out of my apartment to do all sorts of things – whether it’s by myself or with others. I’ve taken a couple trips to the Mall of America and Ikea, and went and chopped all my hair off! I met a girl at my last North Central NAMA meeting and we went to the St. Croix Vineyards one weekend. I ventured to a coworker’s Halloween party, had dinner with another coworker and her sister, and stayed after work for drinks and Happy Hour snacks with people. That’s a lot, compared to what I was doing!
I’ve come to realize just how important it is for me to get out and do things, no matter what it is. Spending time outside of the office and outside of the apartment is important for me keeping my sanity up and my homesickness down. I will admit, though, I’m super excited to head home in 16 days!!
There are some moments in time that you remember vividly for the rest of your life. I think September 11, 2001 was one of those days for many Americans and others around the world. Like remembering where you were the day Kennedy was shot, Elvis died and when the Challenger exploded, that day is one that will be embedded in your brain for years and decades to come.
On September 11, 2001, I was an eighth grader at Brown City Junior High School. I walked into my second-hour history class, taught by Mrs. Johnson, to find the television on and turned to the news. It was common to watch films in that class, but watching normal TV was definitely out of the ordinary. We had missed the first plane hitting the towers, but within 10 minutes of class starting, we saw the second one hit. I remember feeling more amazed than anything, without a real handle on or understanding of what was going on.
We would be watching a lot of news that day. No assignments were given out, no one talked much and, in band, no music was played. At the time, our band room was in the elementary school building with no television. Instead of rehearsing, we walked down to the high school and sat with another class. It’s funny the little things like that which stick in your brain, but in every class, during lunch and when I got home that afternoon, the news was the one constant thing I remember like it was yesterday.
Since that day, a lot of things have changed. I graduated from high school and college. I got a job and moved to the big city on my own. I went from being a kid to an adult, growing up in the shadow of September 11, 2001. I hardly remember flying before full body scans, “terrorism” has been a major part of my world view vocabulary for nearly half of my life, and, for the first time this year, I have a family member in the military who could be deployed to the Middle East.
September 11, 2001 played a big role in shaping my generation. We will never forget, because we can’t. To quote President Roosevelt, that moment in time is “a day that will live in infamy” — not only for millennials, but for the world.
- It’s safer. It takes an ambitious criminal to climb all those flights of stairs or scale the building to break in.
- Moving in stinks. Especially in 90+ degree weather and 100 percent humidity. With multiple flights of stairs.
- It’s way harder to haul laundry up and down multiple flights of stairs
- It’s way harder to haul groceries up multiple flights of stairs.
- It’s safer.
And, hence, 2, 3 and 4 are justified.
For the past few days I’ve been at NAMA Boot Camp, a conference designed to help beginning agri-marketers kick off their careers in the right way. As we see examples of ads, videos and other work designed to sell product to farmers in our sessions, though, one question has been nagging me.
In agri-marketing, we use messages that reach our customers – farmers. In a lot of cases, the “feed the world” message does that well. However, there’s consumer research that shows feeding the world isn’t really a priority for American food buyers.
So my question is this: are we shooting ourselves in the foot by continuing a message that resonates with our customers, yet doesn’t resonate with their customers? Are we perpetuating a problem, even though we’re using messages that we know are important to farmers?
What do you think?
It’s official: I’ve moved to Minneapolis and started my new job!
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Standpoint Theory says you’re never just one thing. You’re never just a woman or a man. You’re never just a college student. You’re never just poor or rich. You’re never just a daughter or a brother or a friend. Every experience you have influences the choices you make and the person you are. — A summary of Standpoint Theory as told by my gender communications professor
I was reading a blog the other day (for the life of me, I can’t remember whose – if it was you, feel free to chastise my poor memory in the comments!) and the blogger asked, if you could sum up your purpose for using social media, how would you do it? This got me thinking a lot and I figured I’d try and take a stab at a halfway decent response.