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I'm Jenna, a twenty-something-year-old from the Midwest & I have the flag of Argentina on my car. Life? It's a daily discovery of being an "adult", learning the love of passion, striving for optimism, & experiencing heavy doses of happiness & reality all at once. On file: moving to the Lone Star state. Bits & pieces put together to present a semblance of a whole.El mundo es un gran pastel, servite, pero no mucho.

Things I want to tell people, that I wish people had told me:

queensizedflava:

  • You don’t have to achieve great things by the time you’re 25
  • You have intrinsic value above and beyond your perceived utility to other people and society at large. 
  • You don’t have to have sex, or have sex in any way that you find uncomfortable or unpleasant, to keep anyone’s love or good opinion of you. They didn’t love you or think very well of you to start with if they demand it. 
  • You don’t have to stay with someone who isn’t meeting your emotional or sexual needs because they need you, or you’ve been with them for awhile, or you need to be in a relationship. You need you. Your time is your own and it is finite. 
  • It’s ok to work at a job you enjoy that doesn’t make you miserable even if it’s not a career and it won’t “lead to anything.” 
  • Your life is not a narrative. It is not leading to anything, there is no overarching thesis, it does not have themes beyond the usual shared cultural experiences of your time and place. This is ok. It does not mean that your life is without purpose or meaning. 
  • It’s ok not to like or get along with the vast majority of people you encounter, so long as you afford them the same respect, courtesy and dignity that they afford you. 
  • Expensive is not always better. 
  • Failure is temporary if you’re still alive. 
  • People are both much better and much worse than you’d suspect, but usually not all at once. 
  • Stop thinking of your future self as a different person and it will be easier to prevent money and health problems. 
  • Let people help you, lean on them when you need to, and be available to help, but don’t swing too far in either direction. Try to carry your half of the life basket as evenly as you can. 
  • Set boundaries, and do not be afraid to kick people out of your life who disregard them. You will not end up alone and unloved. People who love you will be ok with your boundaries. 
  • Your power does not come from money or beauty, but from seeing life steadily and wholly, from a curious and thoughtful mind, and from your ability to say no when you want to, and yes when you want to, and I don’t know when you don’t know. 
  • There will be bad times, maybe lots of bad times, but not only bad times. 
  • Love will not heal the wounds in your soul, but love can give you the impetus to begin the work of healing yourself. 
  • Life might be a long series of starting over, and that’s alright. 
  • You’re really cool, you’re really beautiful, you’re really special. Really. Not to everyone, but to a lot of someones sometimes.

#Life

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& two years later I find my review on a chimichurri website. Sounds about right.

& two years later I find my review on a chimichurri website. Sounds about right.

Cat selfies, anyone?

Cat selfies, anyone?

Day 1 of project, and upon running through the door at work with a venti verona with heaving whipping cream, I dropped my bag, shut off my phone, and ran down the stairs. Project time. 

Sweat pouring down my face as I moved half the department around, colleague after colleague kept asking: have you read my email? Have you read my email? Have you read my email? Frustrated, I got off the ladder and went to the desk. 

Skimming emails, I saw it: leadership score results. It’s like high school, when you only wish someone voted you for student council president. But in this case, you get a color: red, yellow, or green. And descriptions of what your direct reports think of you as a leader. And then: your overall leadership profile summary. 

You guys, there I stood at the desk, tears streaming down my face. I had nothing but good or exceptional’s. I had worked my ass off this whole year on developing a strong leadership style, and in lack of better terms, I fucking aced it. My coworkers have faith in me, I’m leading a team, and I’m good at it. 

I printed my results out for the fridge, as my old boss once said: anything good goes on the fridge. You gotta keep your potential alive. 

I’m making things happen.

(Queue conference call with head honcho in Sweden Friday am…)

Day 1 of project, and upon running through the door at work with a venti verona with heaving whipping cream, I dropped my bag, shut off my phone, and ran down the stairs. Project time.

Sweat pouring down my face as I moved half the department around, colleague after colleague kept asking: have you read my email? Have you read my email? Have you read my email? Frustrated, I got off the ladder and went to the desk.

Skimming emails, I saw it: leadership score results. It’s like high school, when you only wish someone voted you for student council president. But in this case, you get a color: red, yellow, or green. And descriptions of what your direct reports think of you as a leader. And then: your overall leadership profile summary.

You guys, there I stood at the desk, tears streaming down my face. I had nothing but good or exceptional’s. I had worked my ass off this whole year on developing a strong leadership style, and in lack of better terms, I fucking aced it. My coworkers have faith in me, I’m leading a team, and I’m good at it.

I printed my results out for the fridge, as my old boss once said: anything good goes on the fridge. You gotta keep your potential alive.

I’m making things happen.

(Queue conference call with head honcho in Sweden Friday am…)

Sometimes it’s avocado & chicharrones for dinner.

Sometimes it’s avocado & chicharrones for dinner.

I’ve gone out two nights in a row, had a total of six drinks between both nights, & feel shot. Is this what it is to be 24?! Or am I just destined to coffee & bed at 10p for the rest of my life?

Please god. I’m not old yet.

minnpost:

Jim Walsh went exploring the many fashions of the Minnesota State Fair

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Happy place.  (at StoneArch)

Happy place. (at StoneArch)

lobisfemme:

Things I love about Buenos Aires: the fucking cafes. There’s nothing like stopping by to have a cup of coffee before night classes or after them or before going to a morning meeting at work in one of these cafés porteños. I love the classy waiter in white uniform greeting me with a smile, I love the pessimist comments of the old men in the table next to mine, always talking about the economy and the shitty politics, I love seeing the group of old lady friends getting together at 5 o’ clock to celebrate with their friends having outlasted their husbands another day. I love sitting in old wooden chairs that have probably seen my grandparents’ asses flirting with each other back in the forties. 

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szechwean:

kqedscience:

Cities are recycling old and outdated infrastructure in creative new ways
“What Lima lacks in rainfall, it makes up for in humidity. But that mugginess can’t quench a city’s thirst—and that’s where billboards come to the rescue. Peru’s University of Engineering and Technology teamed up with an advertising agency to create signage that produces potable H2O. The system captures water out of the air, filters it through reverse osmosis, and dispenses it through a tap at the base of the sign. The billboard produced 9,450 liters of water in three months. The same group has also created a billboard that purifies the city’s smog-choked air.”
Read about other creative upcycling efforts at Conservation Magazine.

coooooooooool

szechwean:

kqedscience:

Cities are recycling old and outdated infrastructure in creative new ways

What Lima lacks in rainfall, it makes up for in humidity. But that mugginess can’t quench a city’s thirst—and that’s where billboards come to the rescue. Peru’s University of Engineering and Technology teamed up with an advertising agency to create signage that produces potable H2O. The system captures water out of the air, filters it through reverse osmosis, and dispenses it through a tap at the base of the sign. The billboard produced 9,450 liters of water in three months. The same group has also created a billboard that purifies the city’s smog-choked air.”

Read about other creative upcycling efforts at Conservation Magazine.

coooooooooool

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justinchungphotography:

At home in Brooklyn. 

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I spy lots of ikea…

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After putting in a 10-hour workday, I went home. And continued working. I learned things yesterday. About myself, about my definition of my future, about how hard I can work for something I truly want.

I got a lead yesterday into the future of where I want to go, with the preface: the wheel isn’t made for you. It’s not made for anyone. There’s no pre-made plan. This company isn’t designed to help you go anywhere. You’re gonna have to make the wheel spin yourself.

Challenge accepted? I hurried home & started reading everything I had found. Everything I could get my hands on during my hour lunch break. And with that, I came across the job title: Manufacturing Technician Specialist. To connect the customer’s wants with the design manufactured by the supplier. Ensuring the supplier is inspired & motivated. Visiting the supplier regularly. Ensuring workers are working legally & under safe conditions.

Queue the heavens singing and applauding, tears of relief streaming down my face. Finally, I found what I was meant to do as a grown-up. I found my calling a mere 10 hours ago. I found my passion for helping people (factory workers & customers inspired by design) & the company of my dreams that I work for. Done & done.

Now’s the hard part. I don’t have a degree in this stuff, I’m a “retail worker.” The wheel wasn’t made for me. I’ve already spent over a month trying to get support with no success. So I keep on. I finally found coworkers with contacts in Sweden, with contacts in charge. So here I go, being the crazy 24-year-old inviting the US training manager to dinner next week to talk business. I realize I may have two more steps between now & then. & thank god I have such support & acceptance from N to pursue what I feel inspired by.

Because it’s the passionate people that make it out alive, right?

De-stressing. & refueling. On a Tuesday morning. It’s not unheard of if you try it.  (at Starbucks)

De-stressing. & refueling. On a Tuesday morning. It’s not unheard of if you try it. (at Starbucks)

The neighbor downstairs has sex so loud it’s gotta be fake 24/7 with the windows open, I almost walked out the door at work yesterday, work is getting so toxic I want to rip my hair out, and I’ve been craving ice cream since last Thursday.

The plan is moving coastal next year, with my main work goal being situated in Houston. If that doesn’t pan out, N and I have other cities for me to try to transfer to. Or Russia. There’s always Russia. I have been getting little to no support in switching gears, but I’m more determined than ever. I cried it out, but now I’m in the zone. And no one can stop me.

I have realized that I’m not running away from things like I wanted to a few years ago when I threatened everyone I was buying a one-way ticket to Buenos Aires.

It’s just that I can’t breathe here anymore. I’m stuck. We’re stuck. Minneapolis is a city so beautiful I could cry, the friends that I have left here have been my saving grace, but I have little purpose here anymore. And N supports a change.

So, I have to suck it up and play along with the games for the time being, and work extremely hard at creating the next step. Wish me luck.

I’ve only been gone for a few months, but I’m alive, and well, dreaming of the next adventure: moving with N in 2015.

I’ve only been gone for a few months, but I’m alive, and well, dreaming of the next adventure: moving with N in 2015.

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