Generation Millennial

The Constitution only guarantees the American people the right to pursue happiness.  You have to catch it yourself. 

~Benjamin Franklin

I've fallen into a slump.


I know, I know. My last three or four posts detail how everything is going so great lately. And everything is going so great lately! So why can't I just accept it and be happy?

My mom attended a business conference yesterday for public relations. She informed me when she got home that I am part of the "millennial" generation. Apparently, they'd spent much of the day talking about how to appeal to this generation. I think I could have taught them a thing or two. As a member of the millennial generation, I am never quite satisfied: 

• I got the 3G iPod Touch for my birthday. Great! But what I'd really like is a 4G iPhone because it's such a pain to carry my phone and my iPod. 
• My closet holds enough clothes to dress a small army. Or even a large army. But, somehow, I never own the right pair of pants for an outfit, and I have a running list of items I "need."
• I have a car. It's been running for 13 years. I don't have to make any payments on it, it has all its windows (no duck tape/plastic wrap for me!), and absolutely nothing on it or in it is chipped or broken. Yet, I long for the day when a repair is just too much, and I can trade it in (for about 5 cents) and purchase something different.

Spending money feels good, and there are always changes to be made and needs to be met. This doesn't only apply to my wallet and my material things.

This week I've been looking forward to the future. A lot. And I don't just mean because I have a big wedding and a honeymoon coming up, and I'm excited. I'm talking about that chronic feeling of dissatisfaction.

• Yes, I have a job. And it's at a school. And it pays like a teacher. But I don't have my own classroom. I'll be happy when I have my own classroom.
• Yes, I have a fantastic fiance. And he loves me. And I love him. And I love that I get to see him every day. But I only get to see him for about one hour every day. I'll be happy when I can see him for longer.
• Yes, we have an awesome apartment in our very near future. But April 25 is not here yet. I'll be happy on April 25.

This isn't a new thing for me. Freshman year of college I needed  a car up at Truman. Then sophomore year I had to move off campus. I moved off campus and then I just couldn't stand that other couples were getting engaged. When that happened, it was miserable not to see B every day. I just knew that when I moved back to KC I'd finally by happy.


In the name of science, I've observed evidence of this theory in many other subjects (i.e. people my age). My friends that have been accepted to wonderful graduate programs, but will not truly find happiness until they've paid off all their student loans. Generation Millennials that have gotten married, have beautiful children, but know they won't be truly satisfied until their money troubles are in control. And those with a fantastic job, a cozy apartment, a wide network of friends, but who can't accept it as life without a relationship. 


Recently my prayers have been to live in the moment and appreciate the many, many blessings God has thrown my way. I am working to enjoy these last six weeks in my parents' house, to cherish the little time I spend with B every day, and to learn from the four teachers I'm job-sharing with, to appreciate the experience and wisdom they have to offer before I am thrown into my own classroom.


What do you think--is it a generational thing, or am I just greedy?

I Have to Share a Closet?!

"I like my money right where I can see it... hanging in my closet."

~ Sarah Jessica Parker 

After you get engaged, all the imminent changes slowly begin to sink in. Exciting, positive changes--like moving in together, growing old together, and getting to wear a sparkly ring (more about that here). But also some that are a little scarier—like paying our own auto insurance and buying our own groceries (right now we eat at my parents’ house almost every night). 


However, the one that scares me the most (and the inspiration for the name of my blog) has been that after we get married… I’m going to have to share a closet. This may seem trivial to most, but to me it's absolutely petrifying.

Growing up as the only kid in my family, I've not only had my own room and closet, but also, for the past 10 years, my own floor of the house. The other two upstairs rooms are officially entitled “The Bunk Bed Room” and “The Guest Room,” but to me they mean “Extra Closet” and “Extra Floor Space.” The closets, available for storing rarely-worn outfits, formal dresses, coats, etc., and the carpets, available for sorting ungodly amounts of dirty laundry, have served as enablers for someone with an innate pack-rat addiction.


My shopping habit, in combination with my pack-rat tendencies, created a problem over the years--I owned too much crap. I've literally just scoured my photograph archives, trying to find proof of the astronomical amount of clothes that were stuffed into my closet, but couldn't find evidence. Really, that says something right there--I purposely closed my closet door in every single picture I ever took in my bedroom.


Because I'm a naturally-defensive person when it comes to my individual faults, I do have to point out that after losing a fairly substantial amount of weight, I was in desperate need of new clothes... (three years ago). However, I can no longer depend on this excuse. I've maintained my new size long enough that it's time to get rid of my old clothes, and put the brakes on the shopping frenzy.


It took me three full days and two van-loads of over-stuffed trash bags, but finally I've condensed my wardrobe enough that it at least fits in my walk-in closet. (Yeah, it was that bad.)


Here were my criteria for keeping or donating:

1. If I hadn't worn it in the past year, donate it.

2. If the last three times I'd put it on, I'd taken it off because a) I couldn't find anything to wear it with or b) I felt fat or frumpy, donate it.

3. If it was more than 5 years old, donate it.

By adhering to these "rules," I took my wardrobe down to one plastic crate of T-shirts (from four), six skirts, six dresses, one pair each of brown pants, black pants, pinstripes, and khakis, etc. I wrote these numbers down, and made another rule for myself:


When I buy something, it's a replacement.


For example, if I buy new skinny jeans, I have to donate my old skinny jeans. If I buy a new fancy dress, I have to donate one old fancy dress.


Having accomplished such a huge task, I feel much more under control of my closet. It may sound silly, but I also feel much more in control of my life. My closet is one of the first places I step each morning, and stepping into an organized, simplified space helps the rest of my day to feel organized and simplified.


In addition, I now feel prepared to put my wardrobe next to B's in our new closet (although he's already agreed that I'll be using 1.5 of the 2 closets available in our new apartment).


I'd like to think that my dedication to clearing out my wardrobe is analogous of my preparation for marriage. Everyone brings a certain amount of baggage, weaknesses, etc. to a relationship. A relationship takes work, and the first step is realizing that you are not perfect, and working to take the steps necessary to change. So far, I've managed to do that with my closet--let's see what else I can accomplish in the next three months to make my marriage a little easier and a lot happier :-)