Monday, December 7, 2015

Not So Happy Holidays

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Sometime last week, in a matter of a just few days, America went through its annual seasonal transformation. 

Down went the turkey, and up went the Christmas lights lining many of the city's streets. The local malls all of a sudden became a madhouse of people. Dean Martin's Let it Snow and of course, Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas is You began regularly making the rounds on the car radio. The first signs of frost dusted the car windshield, college students began cramming for finals, on came the luxury car dealerships and jewelry stores advertising their "best" deals of the year, and out came the overabundance Santa hats, candy canes, chocolates, and stockings for sale in the local CVS.

Yep, holiday season is here and in full force. 

For many, the holiday season brings the best time of the year. A time of family reunions, taking and sending family photos to others, thinking about getting and receiving gifts, drinking hot chocolate and/or eggnog, and playing games like White Elephant and Secret Santa. A time when the U.S. government and American society actually do their part, encouraging both students and professionals to take time off from work. A time of unmatched joy and laughter because most importantly, people are able to recognize that they have loved ones who care about them, and they cherish the opportunity to once again be together. The holidays are, as advertised, happy holidays.

But this isn't the case for everyone. Some people -- people you know and interact with on a regular basis -- simply don't enjoy the the holiday season. The holiday season can be a really tough time for some people.

It's easy to criticize these people as debbie downers or pessimists, and to feel that it's on them--and in their control--that they're not as festive and happy during the cheerful holiday season. But it's more complicated than that.

People who don't like the holidays have valid reasons not to, some of which are more significant than others. Some people simply hate the cold. Some people don't like shopping, or fake-smiling their way and pretending they like gifts they'll never use. Some people are sad another year has passed in which they won't have anyone to kiss under the mistletoe.

Maybe some people's families never truly embraced the holiday spirit and all the gift wrapping, light-decorating, and postcard sending traditions that come with it, and thus were unable to feel the joy the holidays bring. Or perhaps some people simply have bad memories about the holidays, like on the first day of class in January 1999, when the first grade teacher made the class sit in a circle, and went around the room asking everyone what their favorite gift was. While every classmate got something awesome -- a Playstation One, a puppy, a new deck of pokemon cards -- you sat there ashamed, not knowing what to say because you didn't get anything.

Some people have family and loved ones scattered across the world and are simply unable or unwilling to come together. And some people don't have anyone to see, anyone to care about, or anywhere to call home, and they're stuck every year scampering to find a place to keep themselves distracted and occupied, just so they can avoid being unloved in their apartment, alone, while simultaneously knowing that everyone else is at home with the people they care about.


The festive holiday season -- the songs, the decorations, the presents -- brings an immense pressure to make people feel happy. The fact that everyone acts so cheerful and festive exacerbates this pressure. And if you aren't happy, for whatever reason, the pressure simply makes you feel that much more down on yourself. It really sucks when you're not happy during this time, when everyone around you seemingly is.

And what if you are one of these people, for whatever reason, who simply isn't happy? What do you do when your roommate receives a Christmas gift package, knowing that you yourself will not be getting one?  What is it like to see a friend on facebook, decked in colorful Christmas garb, happily smiling with a group of friends and/or a significant other at a party, when you aren't getting invited to the event or don't have the motivation to go and put on a fake smile and engage in small talk? How do you respond to peers expressing their grand holiday plans to go on big trip with family, when you have no family or home to go to? 

Out of respect for your peers, you have no choice but hide your true feelings. You tell your roommate how awesome the gift package is. You smile at the Christmas party, even if you aren't happy. You either make up or pump up your lame plans for the holiday break, making sure not to kill the positive vibe your audience thrives for in your response. After all, despite the jealously, depression, and perhaps anger you have about your holiday life, you're not cruel enough to want to disturb the happiness of others, and you definitely don't want others to pity you. It can be a really draining process, being unable to express your true emotions, especially when you have to perform this same song and dance year after year.

While it's never wise to purposely bring down others' joy, do know that it is okay to be unhappy for the holidays and to vent to other people about it. It's okay to feel shitty and depressed. It's okay to be jealous of others' happiness and tightly-knit families. It's only natural for us as humans to do so. 

Regardless of how happy you are this holiday season, it's important to appreciate what you do have and to not take it for granted. If you have a loving home to go to sit together by a pine tree, please cherish those moments... not everyone has them. If you have to wait through long mall lines to buy a gift, or have to smile through a gift you don't like, cherish that too; some people have no one to share gifts with. If your family is split up and say, you're stuck spending the holiday with your least favorite brother for a week, appreciate his presence; it's better than having no one at all. If you're stuck at work... hey, at least you have a job.

If you're fortunate enough to be jolly this time of year, please be grateful of what you do have. Recognize that not everyone is happy and that some people are even concealing their true feelings to preserve your happiness. And if you are one who is feeling blue this holiday season, don't get too down on yourself. Remember that you have a lot going for you, and despite how it may appear, you're not an outcast if you happen to be unhappy these days. You are not alone.


-JTF

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

A Year's Worth of Reflection

On the Road in Moab, UT

The surprise email was from a friend named Scott. 

He wanted to check in on how I was doing, but also to tell me that he and his brother, Phil, were about to make their annual trip to Moab, and if by off chance I could get some time off that I was more than welcome to join them again. 

"Whoa," I thought. "It's already been a year?"

A year ago on this very date, November 3rd, I packed all my belongings, got in my car, and drove. The trip itself was a solo-road trip across the country; I had decided to ditch my brief life in Seattle and return to Atlanta, the place that most closely resembled home.

I vividly remember my road trip like it was yesterday. I remember the sky opening up as I passed through the Cascades, the orange sun setting behind Delicate Arch, the thousands (millions) of stars lighting up the night sky in rural Utah, the distant Albuquerque skyline from Mt. Sandia, the layers of snowflakes freezing over my windshield one morning in Arkansas. I remember shivering myself to sleep in my sleeping bag in Idaho, hucking a disc off into Canyonlands, playing the slots at a rest stop casino in Oklahoma, salivating over barbecue in Memphis. I remember sharing life stories with Scott and Phil--my welcoming camping neighbors in Moab--over ribs by the campfire, and then happily playing with my then two and a half year old brother in snow for the first time in Albuquerque a week later. I remember spending several long hours completely alone, reflecting and soul-searching about the meaning of my life, whether I was in a canyon, on the road, or both. 

Given the clarity in which I can remember my road trip some 365 days ago, it's crazy to think about all that has happened in my life in this past year. I've had my ups--I won $300 playing poker at a casino, got admitted to grad school, and even revived my thought-to-be-dead ultimate career and became a professional athlete somehow--and I had my downs--I served food and sorted clothes for near minimum wage, slept and lived on a friend's floor for a month, and failed to get any job I even remotely liked. I've traveled to New Orleans, Pittsburgh, Lake Tahoe, Denver, and Minnesota, among others. I talked myself into becoming a student again, this time living in Nashville. Some of my closer friends today are people I hadn't even known existed just a year ago. It's crazy how many life changes I've been through in just a year.

A year ago, as I got in that car, I knew I was leaving Seattle and headed towards my eventual destination. But other than that, I had few solidified plans: I didn't know what route I'd take, how long I'd be out there, what challenges awaited me, the lessons I'd learn, or the people I'd meet along the way. I was scared, excited, anxious. I knew I was going to have to push through some tough times, do some serious soul-searching and exploring, and find a way to enjoy each moment. And only then would I get where I needed to go.

Today, despite everything that has happened in over the past year, my life in general has many parallels as that road trip exactly one year ago, which is what makes today that much more chilling and nostalgic. I know I strive for consistent happiness, but I have few solidified plans on how to do so; I don't know what route I'm taking, how long I'll be out here, what challenges await me, what lessons I'll learn, or which people I'll meet along the way. I'm scared, excited, anxious. And just like my road trip, I know I'll need to push through some tough times, do some serious soul-searching and exploring, and find a way to enjoy each moment if I want to get where I need to go.

My road trip across the country--with the challenges I faced, the adventures I had, and the lessons I learned--was the most eye-opening, and rewarding experience of my life. The hope is that my life journey, just like my road trip one year ago, will be a similarly unforgettable and enjoyable experience. Thanks for being part of it.

Yes, it really has already been a year since I began my road trip. But the journey continues.

And remember everyone, the journey is the reward.

-JTF

Friday, August 14, 2015

Highlights of the Year: A photo blog

A year ago on today's date, I began a sensational journey. From Cali, to Seattle, to road tripping back to Atlanta, to Nola, to New England, back to Cali, to Colorado, to Minnesota, and finally to Nashville (and everywhere in between), it's been a pretty hectic year for me. 

Despite my unpredictable year of many travels, I've been fortunate, wherever I was, to every once in a while to chill out, breathe, and take a good picture. This photo blog is a collection of my favorite pictures from the past year; I want to share them with you. 

Thanks, hope you enjoy!

-JTF

You can simply scroll down to view all of the pictures. Alternatively, you can click on the first picture and view each picture one at a time.

* designates a picture not actually taken by me.

The Sundial Bridge at Turtle Bay
8/14/14. Redding, CA

Multnomah Falls
8/16/14. Multnomah County, OR

Seattle Public Library
8/19/14. Seattle, WA

Seattle Public Library
8/19/14 Seattle, WA

Seattle Skyline from Gas Works Park
8/21/14 Seattle, WA

Sunset view from Golden Gardens
9/6/14 Seattle, WA

Wallace Falls State Park
10/18/14 Gold Bar, WA

Sunset on the Snake River
11/3/14 Huntington, OR

Snake River
11/4/14 Twin Falls, ID

Dierkes Lake
11/4/14 Twin Falls, ID
Balanced Rock
11/7/15. Arches National Park, UT

Windows Arches
11/7/15. Arches National Park, UT

North Window Arch
11/7/15. Arches National Park, UT
Double Arch
11/7/15. Arches National Park, UT
The view from inside Double Arch
11/7/15. Arches National Park, UT

Delicate Arch
11/7/14 Arches National Park, UT


Sunrise over the La Sal Mountains
11/9/14 Moab, UT

Grand View Point*
11/9/14 Canyonlands National Park, UT

The Canyons from inside Aztec Butte
11/9/14. Canyonlands National Park, UT


Candle Tree
11/9/14 Canyonlands National Park, UT

Sunset at Green River Overlook
11/9/14. Canyonlands National Park
Birds Over Downtown
11/13/14. Santa Fe, NM

Two Bros
11/13/14 Santa Fe, NM

First Time in the Snow
11/14/14 Sandia Mountain, Albuuquerque, NM

Oklahoma City Bombing Memorial
11/15/14. Oklahoma City, OK
Little Rock Central High School
11/17/14. Little Rock, AR
Thanksgiving Turkey
11/27/14. Chamblee, GA

Dockery Lake
12/7/14. Chattahoochee National Forest, GA

Sky over Gulf of Mexico
12/30/14. Biloxi, MS
Train Concert
12/31/14. New Orleans, LA

New Year's on Bourbon Street
12/31/14. New Orleans, LA

An Empty Adams Stadium
3/11/15. North Druid Hills, GA

Savannah River
4/10/15. Savannah, GA

Ginger and Montana
6/11/15. Decatur, GA

Atlanta Skyline #1
6/15/15. Atlanta, GA

Atlanta Skyline #2
6/15/15 Atlanta, GA
World Trade Center Memorial
7/5/15. New York, NY

A Yale Sunset
7/13/15. New Haven, CT

Brookside Country Club
7/23/15. Stockton, CA

The Beach at Lake Tahoe
7/26/15. South Lake Tahoe, CA

Matthew at Eagle Falls
7/27/15. South Lake Tahoe, CA

Emerald Bay
7/27/15. South Lake Tahoe, CA

China Beach
7/28/15. San Francisco, CA
Red Rocks Amphitheatre
8/4/15. Morrison, CO

Two Brothers Coaching*
8/9/15/ Blaine, MN
10 years later*
8/9/15. North Reading, MA

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Decisions, Decisions

It's already been a year since May 2014?

Emory's Class of 2015 graduated last week. That means that it's already been a full year since I graduated. Where did the time go?

Back in March, I blogged about what a crazy ten months it had been since I graduated, and how uncertainty had taken over my life. At that point in time, I had no clue what I was doing with my life. It's crazy to think about how true that was.

Since my last blog post, however, things have (finally) become clearer. I decided that this fall I'll be moving to Nashville and attending Vanderbilt University, pursuing my Master's in Higher Education Administration. While the decision seems straight-forward and simple at the moment, it wasn't always this way, not even a mere few weeks ago when I made this decision.

Theoretically, my plan to go to grad school, which I initally devised in the fall, had gone according to script. Quit job in Seattle. Go on a road trip and move back to ATL. Apply to grad schools. Keep the boat afloat until the summer/fall. Go to grad school.  In that sense, I had done everything I wanted to since I quit my job way back when. Despite the fact that I knew the real world, relative to college, was a bit of adjustment, I was unsure if graduate school is what truly I wanted at that time.

But then, a few months after I moved back to Atlanta, when I finally started to get settled in, things got even more difficult as good unexpected things started to happen. I found a great room to sublet and call home. I quickly (re)integrated myself into the Atlanta community as I comfortably joined various local ultimate leagues, and even went on a road trip to play indoor ultimate in Pittsburgh* with a bunch of people I had just met. I tried out for the AUDL's Atlanta Hustle, the first ever professional ultimate team in Atlanta, and made the practice squad. I worked my way onto a rostered spot, and the next thing you know there's a poster for me in the stands, and I'm playing in the craziest ultimate game ever.

*...which is an 11 hour drive from Atlanta. what was I thinking?

Crazy Finish. Start @ 2:52

My comfort here in Atlanta--based largely on my improved social life and my revived ultimate frisbee career--was great enough that I seriously thought about bailing on my summer and graduate school plans simply so I could stay in town. Unlike in Seattle, here in Atlanta I had things to be happy about, things to look forward to, things to work towards.


I had a decision to make: Give up all the comfort I gained upon returning to Atlanta and go to Vanderbilt to further my professional career, OR stay put in Atlanta and use this momentum, which seemed to get stronger each day I stayed in Atlanta, to build and develop what I had here.

Part of me had wished that I never gotten into Vanderbilt, or any other graduate school. It would have been much easier if I only had the option to stay in Atlanta, so I could continue to develop my ultimate career and friendships here, or if I had not enjoyed my return to Atlanta, so going to Vanderbilt was an easy option.

Going to Vanderbilt felt like the logical choice, but I just couldn't shake the thought of leaving Atlanta again. What if Nashville is just like Seattle and I'm still too weak to make it on my own in a brand new city, as I so delicately described last fall? What if school sucks and I hate it? Would going to Vandy be sacrificing my best chance to advance my ultimate career and prevent me from further developing the relationships I've built here, the two things that have most kept me afloat during this challenging year?

It took me months to realize, but in the end, as comfortable as I am back home in Atlanta, and as nicely as my ultimate career and social life are progressing here, it is not enough to keep me from going to Vanderbilt to pursue a greater education and a new life. My realization was summed up whenever I was asked this question: "What do you do?"

Unfortunately, "I'm a professional ultimate player" isn't a legitimate answer. I couldn't secure a full-time job, so I had been working two part time jobs doing menial tasks, counting down the hours, primarily to pay rent. And I played ultimate on the side, as a(n awesome) third part-time job, if you can call it that.* So basically, aside from ultimate, I don't really do anything. Nothing that uses my skills and talents, nothing that benefits society. Ultimate is awesome, but it's unfortunately, by itself, not something I** can build my life around. And once I realized this, going to Vanderbilt was the right choice.

*I'm going to call it that. So when I write my autobiography twenty years from now I can say that I worked three part-time jobs.
** This isn't to say that building a life around ultimate is impossible. I know at least a few people who have made ultimate a top priority and succeed in doing so. It's just something I myself cannot do at this time.

When I look back in (a few weeks') retrospect, I definitely learned a few things about making a difficult decision, particularly after what has been a challenging year.

Often times, especially during times of hardship, people fear making difficult decisions. It is important to realize that the opportunity to make a tough decision in itself, although stressful, is a blessing; it means you actually have a say in choosing the best of multiple options, which is better than having no options to choose from. If we didn't have to make tough decisions, life would be pretty boring, arguably pointless. Once you're truly ready to make the decision--and only you will know when that is--make it. And don't look back.

It is also important to not let past experiences, especially negative ones, dictate who you are and the decisions you make. You have to overcome those demons, saddle up, and move forward. I was so worried that moving to Nashville would end up like moving to Seattle did that I subconsciously refused to acknowledge the positives and potential of Nashville, and the fact that the situation I'm putting myself in in Nashville is much more secure and potentially rewarding.

It was only recently that I was able to truly embrace a more optimistic perspective of going to graduate school at Vandy. What if I love school, learning, my classmates, and my new Nashville community? What if moving to Nashville actually enhances my ultimate career? After all, there's a professional team there too, and I even have an extra year of USA Ultimate college eligibility.* What if I (gasp) actually am better fit for Nashville than my beloved Atlanta? 

*Thank you (incompetency of ) 2010-2011 Emory Juice. Something I never thought I'd say in my life.

Sometimes you try something, and it doesn't work out. Sometimes the result was in your control, sometimes it wasn't. Such is life. And you need to accept it. 

But that doesn't mean you can't try again, or that it won't work out the next time too. You do your research, make some adjustments, and if it makes sense, you try again to the best of your abilities. That's all you can ask out of yourself. Just because Seattle fell flat doesn't mean Nashville will too.

I don't know if Vanderbilt and Nashville will work out. I could have a Seattle-esque experience, bail, and the next thing you know I'm taking photos of my road trip back to Atlanta, blogging about how to overcome adversity again. But Vanderbilt might just be exactly what I need to get back on track and ultimately live a fulfilling, happy life. There's only one way to find out.

See you in Nashville.

-JTF