Have you been bitten by the social networking bug? Are you addicted to Facebook, finding yourself “tweeting” or linking on Linkedin? I must admit, when I first heard about all of this I was not interested in the least bit. I thought Facebook, MySpace, and the likes were for kids or predators. Furthermore, when told of the connections to people from my past, I would have responded, “If I have not seen or heard from someone in all these years, it obviously wasn’t meant to be.” In terms of Twitter, REALLY??? Why would anyone care what I was doing if they weren’t doing it with me? And Linkedin, why would I be interested in building a pyramid of business connections? I’d rather stick to the old-fashioned face-to-face version of business networking.
Well…months later, most every day begins with checking in on Facebook. Curiosity has me wondering who has discovered me out there amongst the millions of profiles and sea of alphabets that make up a plethora of user names. What are my “friends” talking about today? I admit, I created my profile for business purposes so that I could hang my shingle out in yet another place on the “world wide web” and lasso in new coaching clients and speaking engagements. To my surprise, I found a dear friend from 31 years ago who I had searched for years ago with no success. I later connected with lost high school friends and learned of their career paths, marriages, children, and other great life transitions. I found (and they found me) friends from college that I had often wondered what had become of them. Therefore, what started as a business marketing effort has opened doors to people that I am glad to be back in touch with. This portal has lead to hour-long conversations and the making of plans to get together.
I now Tweet on Twitter. Who would have thunk? It’s not so much about telling people what I am doing at this very moment, but more about what I have to offer, providing links to other ways to connect with me, access to the services I provide, and a way to find out what I am working on to grow my practice. This is like a virtual billboard where travelers catch a glimpse as they go about their journey. Now, if I could only figure out how those people who have thousands following them collected them all…
An Finally, Linkedin though initially seen as a place to network to either find the next stop on the career path or make connections to grow my business, in this economic market, it has become a place that has served more as a reality check. Sadly, it is filled with people just like me. People who built strong careers as a result of years of hard work and dues payments only to find themselves one in millions waving resumes and pleading for someone to take notice and give them a chance. The positive side of this is that it lets jobseekers who may feel as if they have taken a wrong turn somewhere know that they are not alone and many share their frustration and sometimes, desperation in the journey. It is true in some cases, misery does love company.
So to tie it all together, the world of social networking can seem trite, a waste of time to some and cliché in some ways. However, what I have learned is that there are many just like me. Through what was perceived as an impersonal medium, real human connections are made and sincere emotions flow. From the comfort of my home, I smile as I hear stories of old friends and what life has brought them. I shed a tear for some of their losses and the compassion they have shown for mine. I laugh when I realize I am not alone in what patience and perseverance it takes to raise a teen-age child and take solace in the fact that I am not alone in this thing called reinvention as it relates to making a livelihood in tough economic times. So the next time someone tells you they don’t have time for Facebook, Linkedin, Twitter, MySpace or the likes, smile and let them know that its like opening the front door to your house only to find a surprise party that was planned in your honor. There is much to be said about this crazy computer based world in the hectic and disconnected lives we live. Don’t knock it till you have tried it. Just remember, everything in moderation!
In the spirit of connection,
Angel
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Have you met the "meanager"?
As I have mentioned before, I am the mother of a teen age girl. For that I should be given an award for the tolerance, patience, control/restraint, and overall maintenance of what little sanity I still possess.
There are many days that I question my parenting skills and even the basic communication skills I once prided myself for. After all, I used to run a global business comprised of people of all ethnicities, ages, social economic backgrounds, and education levels and was proficient in communicating the needs of the organization as well as our client's expectations to keep that well oiled machine in profitable forward motion. Why then is it so difficult to communicate with a 15 year old girl? She was taught English and understands sign language when necessary. So why does she look at me as if I am speaking an ancient Mayan language or some form of Sanskrit. On the rare occasion that her translators are in sync with mine, she pulls out the claws and the fangs appear and the venom begins to spew. Its as if a reenactment of the spinning head from the Exorcist takes place right before my very eyes.
In the past, I tried to do battle with the monster but at the peak of the screaming tantrum that we engaged in to see who could become the victor in a win-less battle, I could hear the insanity that prevailed. I decided to take a new approach and simply not accept the invitation to battle. I walk away now or simply state my disinterest in the discussion at that moment. What a liberating experience. Truth be told, I simply decided to be the adult I am and stop stooping to the teenager we had both become.
Once I rose above the crazy state of being, I discovered there were others who had been to this battlefield on the other side of Alice's looking glass. Other mothers that had been seduced by the need to control the uncontrollable in an uncontrollable moment. They shared their stories with me and then out of the insanity rose a phrase we all understood..."MEANAGER". It was all clear now. Boys are TEENAGERS and girls are MEANAGERS. It is an unfortunate journey they feel the need to take in seeking their independence and adulthood. The single greatest threat to their survival in this journey is their mothers. From their perspective, we stand in the way of their grabbing the golden ring. Our rules, curfews, judgement of their friends, and overall protective measures instigate and solicit the rearing of the monsters head.
If we can make it through this barren wasteland known as female adolescence, avoiding all the hormonal land mines, we will one day have sweet revenge when they first of all admit (at the age of 30 of course) that we were right and only did what we did because we loved them and they are better off as a result, but more importantly, when they have daughters of their own and are later subjected to the meanager of their very own. Karma, Karma!
In sanity,
Angel
There are many days that I question my parenting skills and even the basic communication skills I once prided myself for. After all, I used to run a global business comprised of people of all ethnicities, ages, social economic backgrounds, and education levels and was proficient in communicating the needs of the organization as well as our client's expectations to keep that well oiled machine in profitable forward motion. Why then is it so difficult to communicate with a 15 year old girl? She was taught English and understands sign language when necessary. So why does she look at me as if I am speaking an ancient Mayan language or some form of Sanskrit. On the rare occasion that her translators are in sync with mine, she pulls out the claws and the fangs appear and the venom begins to spew. Its as if a reenactment of the spinning head from the Exorcist takes place right before my very eyes.
In the past, I tried to do battle with the monster but at the peak of the screaming tantrum that we engaged in to see who could become the victor in a win-less battle, I could hear the insanity that prevailed. I decided to take a new approach and simply not accept the invitation to battle. I walk away now or simply state my disinterest in the discussion at that moment. What a liberating experience. Truth be told, I simply decided to be the adult I am and stop stooping to the teenager we had both become.
Once I rose above the crazy state of being, I discovered there were others who had been to this battlefield on the other side of Alice's looking glass. Other mothers that had been seduced by the need to control the uncontrollable in an uncontrollable moment. They shared their stories with me and then out of the insanity rose a phrase we all understood..."MEANAGER". It was all clear now. Boys are TEENAGERS and girls are MEANAGERS. It is an unfortunate journey they feel the need to take in seeking their independence and adulthood. The single greatest threat to their survival in this journey is their mothers. From their perspective, we stand in the way of their grabbing the golden ring. Our rules, curfews, judgement of their friends, and overall protective measures instigate and solicit the rearing of the monsters head.
If we can make it through this barren wasteland known as female adolescence, avoiding all the hormonal land mines, we will one day have sweet revenge when they first of all admit (at the age of 30 of course) that we were right and only did what we did because we loved them and they are better off as a result, but more importantly, when they have daughters of their own and are later subjected to the meanager of their very own. Karma, Karma!
In sanity,
Angel
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