Monday, January 30, 2017

Cell Phones and Companionship

When I think about us Millennials and even on into Generation Z, the first thing I think of is technology. One of the main differences between these two generations and all there predecessors is the use of technology starting at a young age. This has not only impacted the attitudes of these generations, but also the skill set, careers and everyday life of its members.

I try to make meaning of many things in life and while at the hospital last October I felt like I made a breakthrough in understanding why I, if not others of my cohort, fixate so much on, well...my cellphone.

Written October 26, 2016 while at Rady's Children's Hospital:
"When I woke up this morning, all I could think about was the flashing light on my phone. Notifications! It may seem petty and superficial to be worried about how many texts and snap chats I have, but in reality this has been a big concern for me, ever since I was hospitalized. As I thought harder about what this was about, I realized a deeper meaning to this concern. One of my basic desires in life, is the desire to be loved. I feel like my family loves me but that is about it. I have many friends, but in the past they seem to not meet my expectations in times of need. I yearn for someone to ask me if I'm okay. I crave the knowledge that someone, besides my family, is scared for me or concerned for my well being. It is not about attention, but about knowing that others know that I am not always okay. By thinking through this, I also realized an error on my end. My communication has been very poor in the past. I expect my friends to be there for me, to know what to say. I expect them to reach out and lift me up when I am down. But all the while, I don't ask for comfort and don't show my weakness. I simply expect them to know. As I move forward, I am determined to work on my end of the deal. Asking for love, starting conversations, and opening up to showing my vulnerability. I thank all those who send those notifications, those little surprise gifts, but I also know I need to send off some more of my own messages."

The big take away from that realization, is technology allows us to get our needs met. I know I discussed a lot about my personal friendships and growth, but I think the concept is universal. We all depend so much on the validation and support of others. And through the innovation of Smart Phones and social media, we have created a new way to get our need of being loved met. I talked extensively about my relationships, but never once did I mention doing things face to face. These new technologies have transformed the way we view and interact with others and have simplified the process of instant gratification and validation. Whether we await the reply from a message or email, or count the likes on our pictures and posts, we are all seeking love and attention. A love and attention we have the privilege of so instantly receiving.


Sunday, January 29, 2017

Unearthing Tender Blossoms

Hello and welcome to Tender Blossoms Blog, a blog about life and moving forward.

I believe we are all tender blossoms. As adept to pain as a sore, bruised shoulder after a fall. With as much potential as the bulbs of a Tulip, on the verge of emergence. But since I cannot speak for all of you, I will instead, spell out why I am a tender blossom.

Growing up I was always the sensitive child. The one who cried about getting in trouble, the one who worried at night about all the ills of the world, and the one who strove to be noticed and feel adequate. I was tender. Skin thin as paper, with every judgement and correction leaving a tear. As one could imagine those tears caught up with me and by my tweens I disintegrated like the shredded paper I was. Self-loathing and perfectionism led to an Anorexia, and the fears of the past resurfaced as diagnosable Anxiety. As I tried to tape myself back together into my early teens, little comments and thoughts slowly reopened the freshly closed wounds. By my teenage years depression was added to my label list and my other problems worsened. I surrendered to my problems and was ready to give up, but with the help of some friends and some crazy events I soon learned I was blossom. This new discovery was eye opening and served as the light leading me towards the end of the tunnel. Blossoms are innately tender and fragile but they are also pretty and full of life. A blossom is shaped by its past but manifests in its current beauty. A blossom is hope. A blossom is motivation for better things to come. But most importantly a blossom is beautiful just the way it is, imperfections and all. I am a blossom. I am growing into my own skin as I follow the path towards the future and self-acceptance.
My mom's favorite flower and a good
symbol of a blossom...A Rose!