Friday, March 14, 2014

Quotes for Days

We've all heard the cheesy, semi-inspiring cliche quote about things happening at the right time in your life. "Right time right place", "It will happen when it's supposed to", or my personal favorite "Everything happens for a reason". 

Though these quotes usually come from a good place and are told to someone in a genuine moment of encouragement, let's face it-they can be pretty annoying. For instance: hearing that 'everything happens for a reason' when you have $25 in your bank account and feeding yourself has become a challenge of will power and creativity, and every morning you wake up more tired and confused about what the actual f*ck you are doing with your life- half-hearted vague inspirational quotes can feel more like an aggravation than words of wisdom. Of course, being the contradictory and hypocritical human beings that we are, I would be lying if I didn't confess to having spewed a few of these phrases in a friend's moment of weakness when I didn't know what else to say. 


That's the thing about life quotes and phrases, they tend to pop up when we don't know what to say. The danger with that is they can be empty words. Hollow words that look better with a trendy Instagram filter or in an affordable Ikea frame at a dentist's office rather then spoken over someone in a time of need. So where did they come from? Why do we say them, and is there really any meaning to them? 


Well, that's where life comes in...and another cheesy life phrase, "You never know until you try". Yup, I just did that, I went there. 


No matter how many times I have yearned to not admit that my parents, teachers and older, wiser friends were right, they were. You just aren't going to understand or see the reasons for the things that they tell you or the words of caution they give you until you've lived through it for yourself, period. No amount of understanding a concept in your head or thinking about a life lesson will teach it thoroughly to you. You have to experience life on your own, go through a tough season, struggle for a little while-or a long while, learn a lesson the hard way, look really stupid, and come to terms with the fact that no, you will not always understand why things are happening and that's okay. We weren't created to know everything and we certainly weren't created to be perfect. Let's stop trying to pretend like we have it all together and just live through the times that we feel like Sandra Bullock in Gravity-alone and terrified. Get it Sandy. 


There will be a time down the road that you can look back and reflect on tough and confusing times in your life and have ultimate, peaceful clarity. At least, that's what I tell myself. It might happen sooner than you think, or it might take a really long time to understand things about yourself or your life. Fortunately, I have begun to see the fruit of that, and it tastes good...or maybe it just means I am getting old enough to actually have enough life to "look back on" things. Either way, I promise clarity will come and the more life you live, pieces will fall into place. No, they are not going to be perfect or exactly how you imagined them, sometimes worse, sometimes better. Sometimes it will feel like you aren't making any type of movement or progress in life, in your job, in your career, or in your relationships. That simply just isn't true. Logically, if you think about it, there's really no way you aren't constantly changing and moving towards something new and different. Unless you are literally trying to stay completely the same every day, which I don't think is even possible, you are moving. 


Like my dear old chum C.S. Lewis likes to say, "Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different..." 


You are discovering more and more each day about who you are and what you want. Yes, it may seem like you are taking two steps forward and one giant step backwards. Yes your steps might be so minuscule you can't even feel or see them, but the important thing is that you are moving. You are trying your best to keep going and some day things will click and you will be able to tangibly feel and see how far you've come. 


Your twenties can be a terrifying and unsettled time. They can also be exhilarating and tons of fun. The most important thing is that you are aware of the imperfections and open to what opportunities may come your way. Come to terms with the fact that your parents and teachers were probably right, and thank them when you finally understand what they are talking about. Thank your friends who support you and listen to you complain about your crappy auditions and parking tickets. Read a good book about being in your twenties and humble and educate yourself by listening to wiser, older citizens' stories. Be aware that no matter how much you accomplish and brag about on Facebook, your friends and family are what really matter. Without them, you would have no one to celebrate with and no one to talk you through the confusing and tough times. (Cue Bridesmaids quote from Helen: "And we just sat and drank wine and ate peanut brittle and I shared things with you that I've never shared with anyone"). 


Though I certainly don't have all the answers, I do know that there probably is a reason why most things happen to us...and why these cheesy life phrases have stuck around for so long. Even if we don't understand the why, we need to be patient and trust ourselves.  Let life breath a little and cherish the sweet moments in your day to day life that get you through all the messy stuff. 


Oh, and I also know for sure that I can't be friends with anyone who has a "Live, Laugh, Love" quote framed anywhere in their home. Nope. 














Saturday, March 1, 2014

Intern or Burn

A few weeks before graduating college I created this sort of mental checklist of what I thought I had to do to "be successful", or at the very least make some sort of slick transition into "the real world". Ah yes, the real world. Unlike the wildly popular display of substance abuse and personality disorders on MTV, if Googled simply, the definition of the real world used as a phrase is this: 

real world: the practical world as opposed to the academic world; "a good consultant must have a lot of experience in the real world" 

Practical experience in the real world. Sounds simple enough, right? Graduate college, land a job in the field of your expertise and live happily ever after. If only this was 1979. Enter the Internship. The ultimate catch 22 of Generation Y. 

Ironically enough, the Googled definition of Internship is extremely vague.

An internship can be a method of on-the-job training for white-collar and professional careers, yet there are no formal standards defining them as such.

Ok so 1) graduate college, 2) obtain an "internship" and then 3) land a real world job. Boom. Plan made, straight to the top, BRING IT ON LOS ANGELES! * Cue Ludacris's song "Move B*tch!" *

Well...not so fast. Obtaining a professional, great internship doesn't happen overnight, let alone obtaining an internship that actually teaches you skills and practical application to anything remotely related to what you want to pursue. So then where does that leave 22 year old wide eyed and bushy-tailed Lauren ready to chomp down on this whole real world thing? 

That's where my advice begins. Advice on finding an internship (or several internships) that will actually bring you useful knowledge and help prepare you for whatever it is that you decide you want to spend all your precious time doing. 

For me, it was the 'cast the net wide and see what comes back to you' theory that taught me a lot about applying for internships. I had heard about this great internship website for the Arts through a college professor and spent the better part of three days applying online and sending out cover letters and emails. Internships for Theatres, internships for working with under-privileged youth, internships for playwrighting, stage management, set design, graphic design, you name it, I applied for it.  It wasn't until about email number eight or nine that I realized I wasn't even sending out a readable format for my resume, let alone writing a sufficient cover letter. After fixing my over eager mistakes and researching proper cover letters, resume formats, professional email etiquette, and the complex task of exporting pdf files, I was beginning to feel confident that I was getting the hang of it. I even received several replies of 'thanks but no thanks' and three whole interviews. Three. After applying to well over fifty internships in the greater LA area. I mean, come on! Didn't they know I had a college education AND a great personality to boot?  I could hardly bare the disappointment and injustice that had been made against me.  

Alas, I attended all three internship interviews with my head held high in the best professional attire I could muster up. All three internships happened to be Theatre related. The first was to work for an up and coming company that was more or less the parallel of IMDB in the Theatre world. The second, a teaching position for an inner-city arts program for youth, and the third, to assist at a high profile regional theatre as a graphic designer. Clearly I was extremely qualified for all three positions with my degree in Theatre Arts from a private Christian School. Opposite day. To my shock and horror, I wasn't chosen for any of the positions.  (I will say that I had one hell of a time getting to my first interview in downtown LA. The story involves a gas station car accident and a phone sex prank call at 9am, but alas that is a story for another time).  

So there I was, three interviews later and no internship to write home about. I had failed miserably, time to move in with mom. Well, not exactly. I ended up getting a  job serving at a BJs in Century City for the time being to pay my rent in Studio City, and quickly learned that I knew absolutely nothing about driving in Los Angeles. Once I figured out that getting a job in Century City when I lived in the valley was financial suicide and personal torture (it took me about two months to put the pieces together), I felt I was ready to give the internship thing another shot. I set out to find more opportunities and had heard from a creepy yet informative lunch patron at BJs about a website where internship postings were abundant. Naturally, I applied to whatever I could get my hands on and I learned quickly to try my hardest for opportunities near where I lived so as not to commit murder on the 405 freeway. Dozens of emails, cover letters, and interesting interviews later, I landed an internship at a production company in Studio City, five minutes from where I lived. YES. Life crisis averted, I am going to be okay. I even landed a second internship position the next week and had the very real world task of juggling two schedules at once. I decided to give the production company my Mondays and the talent agency, which was a little more intriguing to me at the time, my Tuesdays and Thursdays. Okay, I thought to myself, I am really cooking now...I can do this. Move over Harvey Weinstein! 

All that to say, the days and weeks passed and the magic of having real life LA internships faded away quickly. The majority of my time was spent fetching gluten free salads, re-stocking paper supplies, making Folgers coffee, and sitting by a phone waiting for it to ring so I could pretend for one brief moment that I was important. Now, don't get me wrong-I learned quite a lot from both of my internship opportunities, and even landed a pretty swell part-time job from one, but looking back I realize now the true lessons learned from this stage in my life. The point in getting an internship was never to actually obtain a "real job" or find my perfect career path at age 22, though some can find success that way. The whole point was to practice putting myself out there. To learn what types of opportunities were to be found in the first place and how much time and effort goes into each of them. To learn lingo and terminology used in the industry and in professional emails and why words like "pin" and "avail" and "watch and advise" are so incredibly exciting and frustrating at the same time. To learn the best streets to take at eight AM rush hour in the canyon or to find a perfect spot to sit and have a cup of coffee while you people watch and unwind. To learn what you don't want to do just as much as what you want to do, and to observe miserable people in their jobs so you can do everything you can to avoid ending up like them. 

Sure, I still have my printed and signed letter of recommendation from my very first fancy internship on hand just in case it saves my life one day, but deep down I know it won't. The stale words on my perfectly printed resume don't matter. What matters are the experiences I chose to enter into. Researching, applying, interviewing, failing, succeeding, listening, observing, reading, getting frustrated, getting interested, getting yelled at, talking with people about their career paths, cheesy email pleasantries, traffic survival routes, and what business casual attire actual means. Those are the things I remember and cherish and will bring with me into the real world. That is my definition of practical experience, and I am so thankful to have had it.