It’s my 2 year bloggerversary!

As I have been notified by WordPress, I’ve been blogging for 2 years! I’ve been meaning to do a personal blog for a while now so here’s a run down of what’s been going on in my life.

My Junior year of college is almost over… So in a year I’m supposed to have my life figured out. I’m slowly taking steps to get there. I have my internship lined up for the summer, along with an additional side gig internship that will roll into next Fall. I hope to get a taste of every industry that I’m interested in before making a choice.

I am learning a lot about who I am as a leader. It’s actually been an extraordinary journey and I’m glad that I have my advisors and mentors there to guide me through it. A couple days ago I was pondering over my former middle school personality – shy Asian girl who never said anything. I’ve never been more confident in my abilities as a leader.

I’m getting super super involved in my activities. Delaware better watch out because I’m gonna stir up some trouble on this campus with my last year. You can bet on it. Now, I hope I don’t burn out too quickly.

 

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Do you ever just?

Do you ever just get so obsessed with a math problem that you spend every spare minute you have all day trying to figure it out?

No? It’s just me?

In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best use of the past 4 hours in which I could have spent getting a head start on my reading for this weekend and next week (aka birthday hell week). But I just can’t help it. When nature tempts me with a complicated math problem, I will stare it down until I can solve it. I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing. On one hand, I have perseverance and dedication. On the other, I have no tolerance for giving up even when it means I could be doing something more productive.

It’s just that the math class I’m in this semester is the toughest I’ve ever taken. The material is complicated, there’s calculus involved, and the professor is not the best teacher. And I’m not sure that I want to continue my math minor anymore, but I only have to take this class and one more next semester to complete it, so I’m sticking it out. While I wouldn’t become overly distressed if I got a *gasp* C in this course, I’d like to give it my best shot, even if it requires working on my homework more than a week before it’s due and spending hours on one problem.

Or maybe it was the fact that I was feeling like blech today and somehow that tiny epiphany I feel when figuring out a math problem made me feel a little bit better about myself? Like I accomplished something after skipping the gym, sitting through my least favorite class (this math class), and having a slow day at work. Maybe.

But in other news, I finished knitting a hat for my friend Carol, who was able to locate the four yarn bombs I placed on campus last Spring.

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I saw Ed Sheeran play at UD the other night. And now I’m in concert withdrawal, so Kyle Patrick or Jesse Ruben come to the tri-state area please because I need to see you again! Ed was amazing. I had doubts about his stage presence but he really knew how to control the crowd.

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And tomorrow (well, today at this point) I’m meeting my mentor! Whoo – excitement!

New Direction

As regular readers may have noticed, I’ve been posting less and less about knitting and more and more about my personal life and thoughts.

I debated over starting yet another blog where I would publish my more personal posts but I decided that instead of doing that I would just change the focus of this blog. Part of the business student inside of me says this is bad marketing by not catering to my target audience, but in the end, this is my blog. Girl Meets Yarn is my story and adventure into the world of e-commerce, tech, and entrepreneurship and although I have decided to stop working on and developing my Etsy and Storenvy brands, I haven’t stopped being Girl Meets Yarn.

Girl Meets Yarn has taken on a whole new meaning to me. At first, it was an outlet for me to be outspoken about something I loved. Through trying new knitting techniques and even trying new crafting methods I began to experiment with my personal development. It led me to sneak out in the night to yarn bomb my college campus. It led me to co-found and become the President of our knitting and crochet student organization. I list the URL of this blog on my resume and list owning my Etsy shop as work experience and it has led me to have great networking and interview experiences. I am able to apply business concepts that I learn in school to how my own entrepreneurial ventures turned out. Somewhere along the way I have found a voice and am not afraid to speak out on other issues I feel are important. And people have told me that my views affected them in some way. It’s all I could wish for, to say something that I feel so alone about and have it resonate with someone else.

So I would like to welcome you to my new About page and invite you along to my new journey.

21 til 21

Well, 20 til 21… I was planning on writing this while it was still Wednesday the 4th but seeing as it is 12:01am on the 5th now the title is a little misleading…

There are ever so slightly less than 3 weeks until I turn 21 years old, a huge number in terms of American culture. Why? Well the most obvious and apparent reason is that 21 is the legal drinking age.

I am going to publicly let you in on a secret now. Until this past Spring I wasn’t planning on consuming alcohol, like, ever. Not many people knew about this, even some of my closest friends, because I felt like it was something I didn’t need to share unless I was asked. It was first and foremost a personal decision.

So you are now thinking, why this strange, naive decision? I would never last that long, you may be thinking? And what made me reverse my way of thinking?

Well, first of all, I strongly believe that I had the will power to continue life sober if I wanted to, but the thing was for 20 years of my life I tricked myself into thinking that that was what I really wanted.

My decision not to participate in drinking culture was based on two reasons: 1) I didn’t like the idea of a foreign substance being able to influence my decision-making and 2) everyone else did it.

Reason #1 is pretty easy to explain. I think we can all agree that alcohol impairs your judgment. However, I also believe that people use a little bit of alcohol as an excuse to do things that would usually be “out of character” for their personality. But that’s all psychological, in the mind. Kind of like the placebo effect, if you will. And I’m already out-there and weird enough that I honestly don’t need drugs or alcohol to make a fool of myself. And just to clarify, I used to refuse to take medicine because I didn’t want to intake any type of drug. I still avoid it if I can, but modern medicine makes life so much more convenient and when you are a college student with 3 hours of reading and a headache, Advil can be your best friend.

So #2.

For as long as I can remember, except for a year or two in middle school (because who doesn’t struggle in middle school?) I’ve put all my effort into acting outside of social norms. Remember when your elementary school counselors always talked about avoiding peer pressure? I actively pursued going against peer pressure and social expectations. As a young girl, I refused to wear dresses and make myself “pretty.” I told my aunt she was vain when she talked about me being the age around when other girls started wearing make up. I refused to wear skinny jeans when they were at first coming into style. I even reluctantly went to my high school prom.

I think the root of it all was that I found something so wrong with the way society worked, buying into pointless trends, judging people by the way they look rather than their character, and just doing stuff I didn’t care about. Even at age 12 I thought of these things. It was also an effort to be “different.” Different, unique, weird, that was my identity. I was not going to let myself be influenced by society.

So when it comes to college parties and drinking I obviously did not want to participate. Apart from frat parties totally not being my style (and up until this past weekend I can say that first-hand), I find college drinking culture to be completely unattractive, stupid, and a waste of time and brain cells. So I swore of drinking, forever.

This is kind of a life-story. Read on if you are still interested…

However, these past 8 months I’ve read a couple books, met a couple people, and been to a couple places that really changed my perspective on life. I call the Spring 2013 my philosophical phase. I had a revelation.

I’ve written about it before but I read The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. Perhaps what I got out of it wasn’t what the author intended, but books are up for the reader’s interpretation, right? In his book he talks a lot of how to live in the present moment and forget about the past and future. When this comes to decision-making one must be spontaneous and give little thought to consequences. This doesn’t mean go around doing stupid things but it does mean that you shouldn’t labor over what kind of tiny repercussions a personal decision will make. Just do it (yeah, I stole that from Nike). He also advised readers to stop judging others and thinking about how others will judge them.

And I came to the realization that consciously making decisions to go against social norms in the belief that I was not influenced by social norms, was actually a reaction to social norms. Woah man, this was really deep. This is why I call Spring 2013 my philosophical phase. If I didn’t think the act of drinking (responsibly) was immoral, why was I so set upon not doing it? What was the incentive? Nothing made sense to me anymore.

Part of growing up means you have to let yourself find your place in society. If you don’t find content in that, you are impeding yourself from finding true happiness. As much as us outsiders/punks/rebels/hipsters would like to “stick it to the man” when you come to see the bigger picture, you realize that it’s not very productive. At least, I did. There are ways to change what you don’t like and there are ways to negatively express your disdain. From now on, I will choose the former. I’m done with building up this identity, this “ego.” My decisions will be my own from now on. They will be spontaneous, adventurous, and I will stand by them.