I’m a Lucky Guy
In our last Sunday Family Home Evening (with my real family, not my apartment family), we watched this video.
“It’s not our reality that shapes us, but the lens through which we view the world that determines if we will be happy.”
The speaker then goes on to recommend that we should find at least five things we’re grateful for every day, rewiring our brains to seek out the positive and be grateful for what we have. It really changes everything. I want to share a few, and since it’s my blog and I do whatever I want, I think I will.
An awkward beginning.
This is going to sound weird, but I’m grateful to come from a wealthy family. I don’t mean to say that in the sense that I’m happy to come home to a big house and sleep in a nice bed and drive a relatively nice car, although all this is true. My family is wealthy to me not just in the sense that we have nice things, but, as my mom always says, “We buy experiences.”
I grew up with a steady diet of art, piano, clarinet and saxophone lessons. My mom was always there to not only put up with my frustrations in school, but to push me beyond what I had previously been capable of. It was by no means out of the ordinary to hear her say, “Sure that will get you an A, but is that really the best you can do?” And then we’d go to work; we’d get creative, and we’d learn more than assignments could ever teach me. It’s interesting looking through the family library now and finding books with titles like, “Encouraging Your Child’s Writing Talent,” with notes about me penciled in the margin.
We traveled a lot, and perhaps that has given me the love for travel I have today. When we traveled it wasn’t just going to a new place and getting comfortable, we were there to experience and learn new things. When we were in Aruba we ate the Aruban pizza (I remember it had raisins and goat cheese) and went parasailing. We went scuba diving in the hollowed out shell of an old German U-boat that was sunk just off the coast, and in some strange way the animal life that had developed inside of it made me look at things differently. When we went to Hilton Head Island, South Carolina we not only went kayaking with dolphins but we did everything we could to really understand what slavery was like.
I love that on Sunday evenings after family dinner we get together and talk, and it’s not just shooting the breeze. We have passionate, occasionally heated discussions about everything from the correct valuation of Facebook to the feasibility and practicality of government provided healthcare. We talk about the Gospel and how to become more charitable, and the nitty gritty details that you never hear at church about the lives of Joseph Smith and Brigham Young. We talk about how to stay out of debt and file our taxes correctly and how to raise happy families.
I tweeted at my mom once making reference to a book that explained fairly well the details of my frustration with school. When I came home from college for the weekend she greeted me at the door and said, “I read that book you tweeted about; I’ve highlighted some sections I want to discuss with you.”
I could, as you can see, go on and on, but I’m already tearing up and we need to move on.
The Job Hunt
With nine months of no school, it was time for me to suck it up and get a “real” job for a little while. Having hired for a few job openings where I received about 50 job applications a day, I was less than excited to enter that flooded market. But you do what you have to do. The whole way was filled with support from nearly everyone I’ve ever met, beginning with when I texted one of the most legit entrepreneurs around and asked if I could use him as a reference. The response? “1000% yes.” It was a little thing, but the job search is frustrating for me, especially the waiting part, and I was very grateful for the encouragement.
Instead of going through and applying everywhere I saw, I created an infographic resume with a traditional resume at the bottom, and tweeted out a link to it at about midnight in the middle of the week. I stayed on Twitter for a few minutes and went to sleep.
I woke up at 8 AM by my phone which was ringing to schedule a job interview. Throughout the night some local entrepreneurs got behind me, and before I had woken up my resume had been tweeted to over 60,000 people (yes, I typed that right). I was CC’d on a dozen emails sent out to nearly every company I would be excited to work for in Utah with an email that contained my resume as an attachment and a message that usually said something like, “This kid is a rock star, you should hire him,” or “Austen would be the perfect fit for your company.” I set up eight interviews pretty quickly for the next week, and there are a couple that I’m really, really excited about. I could see myself working for those companies for a long, long time, and really learning a lot. The entrepreneurship community in Utah got behind me in a really, really cool way, and I couldn’t know a better group of people. Thanks again, guys.
Grasswire
Before we move out of business mode (which if you know me, happens rarely), things are finally coming along for Grasswire. Since I developed a passion for journalism and saw how it needed to change when reading state controlled papers in China or dissecting the New York Times back home, the problem that Grasswire seeks to solve has kept me up for a couple dozen nights just pacing and thinking. It probably drives my parents crazy if they ever hear me.
And now the pieces are finally coming together. We have a pretty sick team working on it in the after-school/work hours, and we were sought out by a pretty legit investor last week who wants to see more of our vision. It’s still a long way from becoming a profitable company (we’re biting off a lot for sure — hopefully it’s not more than we can chew), but this is my corner and I plan to be kicking at for a long, long time to see if I can change/save an industry.
Moving
Speaking of the team, I’ll not only be sharing an office with Grasswire’s cofounder (the new Provo Startup Dojo is another thing to be grateful for), but we’ll be sharing an apartment. We lucked out and are moving into the new place “The Village” on 600 North and 600 East. Walking distance, private room, granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, new everything… I’m excited. One of the things I’m most excited for is to have a completely new ward. Everyone will be new and in the same boat, which is neat to someone who has moved every four months or so since 2008.
Living
Speaking of roommates, I have a pretty solid set of them right now. When I moved to China last summer, I had a pretty striking realization, that was this (if I can find my gmail chats I had with a friend): “Nothing you could ever do alone will ever make you happy as doing anything with the people you love.”
So I was a little bit anxious to move back home without very many friends my age around me. As you’ve already read, I love my family, but there’s a difference. Quite frankly, I didn’t want to be as lonely as I had felt at times in China (before Chris, Alyssa and Nate moved to Shanghai — we still need to hang out, guys).
But I was in luck. Not only were Drew and Spence going to move back to Mapleton and Springville, but it turned out that all of my roommates/mission buddies were going to move back to Mapleton with me — after we chilled in a condo on a private beach in California for a week.
I love my mission buddies. Not just in the sense that we all lived in Ukraine together and we can all make borsch and speak Russian, but they’re always so… thoughtful. It’s rare that you find people who have played college football and will get bent out of shape about the 49ers game on Saturday and geek out about science fiction on Sunday; it’s very refreshing to see people live the lives they want to without regard for what is normal or accepted or expected, and to not have to fall into any stereotype.
It’s nice that they’ll put up with you on the golf course and help you improve your swing (slowly but surely, I’m getting there), and then have very serious discussions about the lives of Benjamin Fanklin and Victor Frankl on the way home.
You grow pretty close after having lived with each other in Ukraine and Provo, and then closer as you watch one of those people practice proposing in the basement. Also, it’s adorable.
This went way longer than I had planned on it going, but I hope you can see why I feel so blessed. More importantly, I hope you can see why you are so blessed, and make it a way of life to seek out the good things and be appreciative for everything you’ve been given, because it’s a lot.
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