“HelloGoodbyeHelloGoodbye… I don’t know why you say goodbye, I say hello.”
-The Beatles, Hello, Goodbye
These lyrics come from what feels like my theme song of late: Hello, Goodbye by The Beatles. Since graduating college in 2007, my now husband and I have moved four times, never staying anywhere longer than three years. Perhaps we’re not so different from you or many others in our generation, who chase job opportunities wherever they lead.Read more
The following blog is by Adam Yust
Have you ever felt like the youngest person in the room? Growing up in a civically-engaged family, I constantly found myself the youngest person at neighborhood meetings.
In 2000, at age 13, I went on the record at a Saint Paul community meeting to oppose a project that would have destroyed aspects of my neighborhood. A bus-way from downtown Saint Paul to Mall of America was proposed to travel down the center of West 7th Street. This transit project would have cut service levels, divided the neighborhood in half, and taken away boulevard trees. Because of my young age, people at the meeting asked me, "Why are you here?" I answered, "I'm here because I care."Read more
Minneapolis-Saint Paul vision and the role of young professional groups: Reflections from the Generation Now Leadership Visit (Part 2)
What does it look like when tens of thousands of young professionals mobilize around a city’s common vision? Just look at Milwaukee.
A few weeks ago I wrote about the value of cross sector, cross industry networking as a part of the Generation Now Leadership Visit. The trip brought over 50 emerging and current leaders from across sectors and industries to Milwaukee for a three-day networking trip.Read more
Oh, to be young. If any YNPs are anything like me, the nonprofit job search is daunting. I find myself jumping to the “Requirements” section of every job posting to find the dreaded “years of experience required” before getting too excited about a potential position. If a job requires three years…. I’m golden, five years…. I’ll give it a go, six-plus years.... Forget about it!
This is consistently how I would end up evaluating myself, by “years of experience.” Every employer wants experience, and so does every young job hunter! It’s a vicious cycle that has baffled me for the past 3 years – and the only thing I’m trying to do is find a job that will launch me into the nonprofit sector and give me the chance to change lives. Slowly I’ve begun to realize how much I am limiting myself by focusing on what I don’t have on my resume, as opposed to what I do. It wasn’t until the Breakfast of Champions lead by Sara Dziuk, Executive Director at College Possible Twin Cities, that I fully realized my job search method was severely flawed.Read more
Value of cross-sector, cross-industry networking: Reflections from the Generation Now Leadership Visit
At events, I often look around the room and recognize 75 percent of the attendees.
Each of us across sectors and industries work in our own cylinders of excellence (a phrase I first heard from researcher Kristie Kauerz). We promote impactful work, but often preach to our distinct choirs. Rarely there is a venue to genuinely engage with peers doing vastly different work. But when it happens, it turns out we have a lot in common.Read more
This blog is by Kylie Nicholas.
Getting to know Minnesotans as a transplant is tough. They’re friendly at work and polite on the streets, but it can take years for transplants to count more than a couple of native Minnesotans as true friends. It can be tough, but if you stick around until you break through you’ll make awesome friends AND get to live in the best cities in the whole world.
As a transplant myself, I’ve tried it all from signing up for socializing opportunities to desperate pleas for friendship. What I didn’t realize at first was that I needed to become more like a Minnesotan in order to break through Minnesota Nice. Here are a few of my favorite ways to make friends and fit in like an (almost) native.Read more
Tell me honestly: is there any question worse than “What do you do?” I mean, I can think of a couple. Like, “Why is there an atrocious green thing oozing out of your ear?” or “Do you smell that toxic death smoke, too?” but that’s probably about it.
I get it. “What do you do?” is an easy question, and it makes sense. When you meet someone for the first time it’s totally natural to try and find common ground by inquiring into a generally neutral aspect of a person’s identity—their work. And, as a bonus, it leaves the intent open to the questionee’s interpretation and allows the questioner to avoid any awkwardness if that person is unemployed. It’s totally possible that you could just be asking them what they do for fun or what, as a human, they like, do, man. But we all know that you’re not.Read more
Ever felt like one of the people pictured above? Well, you’re in good company. In 2010, Thrivent Financial and Kiplinger asked folks how they felt about their financial situation. More than 30% said they were “struggling” and another 24% said they were “worried.” Check out more survey findings and take the survey to see how you compare. The point is, many of us don’t feel very good about our money.Read more
One of my favorite theoretical concepts is that of linguistic determinism, or the idea that language and its structures limit and determine human knowledge or thought. Our classic Minnesota example is the various types of precipitation we encounter in the winter. We are able to refer to the white stuff as slush, wintry mix, and sleet -- whereas others in warmer climates might only be able to name it snow.
The idea that we can only understand the purposes or capacities of things insofar as we have been introduced to them should urge us to dream up new ways to relate to and interact with everything around us. It matters not only to our ability to repurpose vases as drinkware when the rest of the dirty cups are in the sink, but also to the creativity and vision we can have for our lives and the communities we call home.Read more
The following blog is by Adaobi Okolue.
I’ve been having this recurring dream that’s got me wondering what the next couple of years in nonprofit land (and my perceived state of freedom) will look like. In my dream, I’m making stops at local nonprofit organizations in one of those white cargo vans with conspicuous ’60s flower-printed curtains draped over the back windows.
Ignoring “no solicitation” signs, I walk up to front-desk personnel and assure them I have meetings with their executive directors. After introductions, I convince these executives to check out my new fundraisinggimmick tool (too heavy to carry up). As I open the van’s backdoor, the Stride Gum ram emerges from nowhere and catapults executive after executive into a black hole.Read more