Thursday, November 13, 2014

I'm Happy I Swear

The twenty-something years are good for many things. 

They're good for sending us into rapid meltdown spirals, for challenging our sense of personal identity, and for making it socially acceptable to be a straight up hot mess once in a while. If all you want to do is pop a bottle of $6 Riesling and jam out to Shake It Off in your underwear by yourself, the world won't judge you too harshly. It's nice. As twenty-somethings, we live in this beautifully chaotic limbo-land where the definitive line between responsibly accepting adulthood and allowably getting drunk four nights a week is extremely blurred. Can we do both? Is that a thing?

This transition approaches at warp speed, accompanied by the inevitable challenge of establishing our own definitions of happiness, and then proceeding to pursue accordingly. Generally speaking, our generation (along with many before us) has been taught from a young age the perfect formula for personal fulfillment and happiness:

Step 1: Go to school and study hard.

Step 2: Say no to sex, say no to drugs. And alcohol. And loud music. And fast cars. And cuss words. SAY NO TO EVERYTHING ACTUALLY

Step 3: Earn a college degree, but not in something lazy like art. That garbage will get you nowhere.

Step 4: Get married to someone smart and attractive. And of the opposite sex, of course.

Step 5: Have kids, but not too many. Proceed to indoctrinate them with steps 1-4.

*Disclaimer: My intention is not to insult anyone's parenting style (I promise, Mom). The list above simply illustrates the conceptualization and establishment of modern social standards.

We all know life has never been that simple, but the onset of the 21st century has only made the painfully abstract idea of happiness and success more convoluted. In a way, young people have been blessed with more freedom of opportunity than ever. The flip side presents us with the intimidation factor of total sensory overload. If there are so many options to choose from, how can I be sure if I've made the right choice? Deciding on a career path, for example... Taking on that challenge is met with the debilitating pressure of achieving a fine balance between personal fulfillment and financial stability.

I'm an artist. Say someone told me, "Hey Lauren, I'll give you $1 million every year for the rest of your life if you just spend all your time painting, brewing exotic coffee, and waltzing around butt ass naked to Ellie Goulding's latest album." Um hello, I would ignore the oddly creepy nature of the question and shake on it. Done.

Unfortunately, that's not exactly how the cookie crumbles.

Inherent human nature inevitably drives us to seek the new, the exciting, and the better. It seems that we are never truly satisfied, which tends to motivate some kind of change. We rationalize our dissatisfaction by imagining our lives differently. If this, then that. Right?

If I made a little more money...
...then I could afford a nicer apartment.
If I lost twenty pounds...
...then people would respect me.
If I weren't single...
...then I wouldn't feel so alone.

I won't pretend to be an expert on happiness, but I have learned some stuff. There's this amazing thing called perception, which has such an powerful impact on how we feel at the end of every day. Example: If we receive rush hour traffic as a universal inconvenience and overall pain in the ass, we will automatically find ourselves in a terrible mood every time we experience it. I know, being flipped off by some angry fool in a jacked up Jeep with too many politically confrontational bumper stickers is never fun. But! Anticipating the road rage madness ahead of time and perceiving it more positively can have a truly profound effect.

I'm so glad I live in 2014 and don't have to ride a horse to work. Cars are great!

Boy, this sure has given me time to try out Tina Fey's new book on audio... That snarky lady cracks me up.

Look how blue the sky is today. I never would have noticed that spoon-shaped cloud if I had been driving 80 miles an hour.

So Lauren, how the hell do you expect me to be grateful for all this asphalt jackassery? 

Don't worry, I don't. The idea is to remain forward thinking and positive, and remember that in 45 minutes you'll be leaned back with a Sam Adams and some good old fashioned cat videos. Enjoy the fact that you have a functioning automobile in the first place and keep your eye on the prize.

And how does this bad traffic metaphor have anything to do with my constant existential struggle for happiness and self actualization?

From what I can tell, the soul is a fragile thing. Perception of everyday situations has a cumulative effect on our general attitude toward life. If we spend all our time identifying negativity and speculating on how things might be without it, there will always be pessimism and dissatisfaction. Some years will go by, we'll look in the mirror and find frown lines instead of crow's feet. Grumpiness is bad for the complexion, essentially. 

Important side note: This argument is not to encourage settling for mediocrity. I am a firm believer in striving for high goals and reaping the rewards of hard work. Contentment is not synonymous with stagnation.

My mother has a thing for reciting positive affirmations aloud, and hangs them up all over her house. One in particular presents itself in the form of one of those cutesie, decorative, typographical Hobby Lobby signs:



As cheesy as that sign is, there is a very real truth to it. Everyone can benefit from the wisdom of accepting circumstances with gratitude, but learning to do so early in life is a real advantage. The transition into adulthood is crazy enough with all the seemingly massive decisions that need making. We can't be expected to achieve perfection in any department, and we especially should't define happiness based on someone else's standards. The beauty of now is having the freedom to feel content... not by losing those twenty pounds or picking up that next paycheck, but by perceiving each situation gracefully and enjoying the time you have to simply embrace the journey.

Spoiler alert, this entire entry was mostly just a conversation with myself. Bonus points if anyone else benefits from it :)

Wander back,
Lauren

Monday, November 10, 2014

Screens Down, Eyes Up

Being a human in 2014 is hard sometimes.

6:00 A.M. Begin your Monday in a blurry-eyed haze, not quite able to discern between actual reality and the warm fuzzy subconscious from which you were mercilessly yanked by the scream of your alarm clock.


6:30 A.M. The coffee is made; you fill your cup for the second time and trudge like a zombie across the kitchen, mindlessly scrolling through the digital news source of your choice. Another euphoric engagement announcement, another stateside case of Ebola, another sideways pair of brightly painted duck lips. 


That's funny, I've only seen like fifty articles today about why I'm living my life all wrong. Maybe I really should go gluten-free... That's it, forget this toast. I'm never buying bread again.


Wait, I actually think that ankle tattoo is kind of cute... Does that mean I'm a basic bitch? I do use an iPhone, but I swore off pumpkin spice lattes in 2008. I think I'm good.


Ahhhhh today is Daryl's birthday. Should I write on his wall? Or send him a message? No, that's too personal, we don't even know each other like that.... What if I just don't? Maybe he won't notice... Aw sh** I just poked him. 


These days it seems that most people interact with half the universe before they even roll out of bed. The sun rises with so much more emotional burden than it used to. Do you feel guilty for not having participated in the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge last month? You sure can't do it now... that fad ship has sailed. Do you feel fat because a Kardashian lost ten pounds in like five minutes? Do you feel lonely and pathetic because your only-kind-of-good-looking cousin just got married? Did you just plummet into a fiery internal rage because some kid misspelled the word "definitely?" Congratulations, it's not even 7:00 A.M. and you're already insecure, angry, and cynical.


One of the most difficult things we can do is consciously disconnect ourselves from all this superfluous cyber-garbage without going completely off the grid. How am I supposed to promote my business without also Instagramming today's breakfast and ranking my favorite sci-fi themed cat costumes? Like how??


I'm not offering any kind of solution. I'm commending you people for maintaining just enough residual sanity to continue moving forward daily as functioning human beings. 


It does help to occasionally remind yourself: Screens down, eyes up.


Wander back,

Lauren

Friday, November 7, 2014

Hello My Name Is

Introducies: My name is Lauren Marie Mann. I am a graphic artist with blue eyes, worn out running shoes and a strangely contradictory sense of optimistic cynicism. I have a petrifying fear of clowns, above average spelling skills and an unquenchable thirst for travel. 

Apparently, I am now also a blogger.

The sudden need to ramble uselessly via internet arose unexpectedly, although was not unaccompanied by a series of other spontaneously irrational impulses. Today I fully considered purchasing a ukulele on Ebay, to the point of creating an account and filling out my credit card information. Not only have I never played the ukulele, I have zero experience with any musical instrument whatsoever. Someone please explain the logic here.

Despite my unwavering devotion to anything chocolate and the musical stylings of country king George Strait... it turns out I actually have some very specific commitment issues. My track record, if investigated closely enough, will indicate a trend in patiently calculated decision-making followed by impulses of extreme spontaneity. Classic older-sibling-syndrome... Rooted down by the obligation to be the responsible adult / simultaneously fighting the urge to say "fuck it" and join the circus.

To clarify, I did not join the circus. I did recently accept a full time job in Austin though, which is in fact strikingly similar to a circus. In case you haven't heard, Austin is one of those rare magical wonderlands where you can wear shorts in November, hug a stranger on the sidewalk, and casually pick up a free gourmet veggie dog from a food truck in the back parking lot your office building. I didn't know it until now, but y'all, these are the things I have been waiting my entire life for.

I should probably address the purpose of this blog, which for you lucky readers, will be to write about whatever the hell I want, thank you very much. In all seriousness though, "I Wander How Far" seemed to fit as a title. My primary life goal is simply to travel, appreciate, learn and explore while I have the time on this planet. Having moved to such an awesome town has given me the opportunity to really bask in the experience. "Memory is the diary we all carry about with us." While Oscar Wilde had a point, I always seem to somehow carry this super cool thing called the internet about with me as well, which has proved on many occasions to be a much more reliable source than my own memory. That's why I'm going to start writing this shit down.

I promise that future posts will be less about me and more about actual exciting things in the world. Thanks for hanging in there.

Wander back,
Lauren