Lindsay Sieber is a college graduate and proud member of Generation Y. Through her educational and professional experiences to date, she has gained invaluable insight about the sometimes rocky road after graduation. She is passionate about telling the truth as she knows it, and sharing her experience with others. She believes everyone has a right to live the best life for them while pursuing personal and professional fulfillment.
After graduation, Lindsay felt what many young people feel; lost. Her desire to follow her dreams of being a writer led her to a position as a copywriter for CBS Radio. She continued on to what she perceived to be the logical next rung in the corporate ladder and took a position as the marketing coordinator for a comprehensive cancer center. After a year of feeling dissatisfied and generally unhappy, she realized a fat paycheck and her own office was not a good enough reason to stay in a miserable job. Instead, she decided to chase her dreams, and is currently writing two books to help inspire others to fight for what they want out of life and in their careers.
Her blog, Welcome to this Joyride, describes the daily ins and outs in the life of a twenty-something. Lindsay is dedicated to helping inspire other Gen Y’s follow their career dreams, regardless of how unreasonable or unrealistic they might seem.
Lindsay was born and raised in Buffalo, New York, and still lives there today. She enjoys traveling and is gearing up for a move to southern Italy where she will continue research for her book project. Lindsay is also a lover of arts, entertainment and music. She’s a singer and musician, and above all loves spending time with close friends and family.
Lindsay Sieber's blog is Welcome to this Joyride.
What good is writing if you’re not being completely honest? When I was in second grade, I used to write in my daily journal complete and utter lies. ‘I can’t wait to get glasses!’ ‘Next week, I’m going camping.’ If you knew my family, you’d know we would never survive overnight in a tent. Lying to your own journal is pretty amusing when you’re in second grade. Now, in this age of blogging, it’s hard sometimes to decipher where the line is between being really vague and over-sharing.
Since I’m not sitting here penning a fiction novel, I want to be real. Blogging doesn’t have a lot of rules, so when I’m writing, I want to write about what’s going on in my life, but at the same time- this stuff is going to be out there for anyone to read. I think that’s where I’ve been thinking about it all wrong. Because anyone can read it, I’m opening myself up to be judged. The thing I’m forgetting is that I’m also able to reach a lot of people, and maybe even be of help to someone in need.
It’s a rainy, dreary Tuesday (my least favorite day of the week), and I feel inspired to write this because it’s a topic I’m fairly passionate about, seeing as it’s effected my own life in such a surprising way. This Tuesday brings out the worst in me. The big, ugly “d” word. Depression.
Depression is a word that is probably one of the more greatly overused and misunderstood in American society. Anyone can feel depressed for a day or two, but when you’re 22 years old, and everything in your life rocks, but you still have trouble getting out of bed in the morning- there’s a really good chance you’re officially and clinically depressed. I have been living with this condition for almost 2 years now, and it has been really hard. Half the battle is in dealing with the fact that this might be something I’m going to have to deal with all my life because (perhaps) it’s something that is genetically a part of me. The good part is, I know how I want to deal with it and how I don’t, and I know now that I want to talk more about it. There are so many other people out there my age that are going through the same thing, and it’s important for them to see, they’re not alone.
Now that I’ve broken the ice, I probably will be talking more about this later in time. Most importantly for me, writing about it has helped me break free of those initial feelings of sadness, and hopefully get on with my day in a better light!
Being unemployed can be a scary thing, I’m not going to lie. I think I let the fear overcome me- for all those days I’d wished so badly to just have an extra hour of time to do things I felt were worthwhile, all of a sudden, I had it and it was overwhelming.
My advice to others in this sometimes uncomfortable circumstance: sure- enjoy days of napping and staying out till 2AM on a Monday- but also really explore your interests. You’ve never had more time than now! For someone like myself who is hoping to make a career path change, exploring passions can open up a lot of new ideas […]
I am not going to dwell on feeling bad or thinking it’s anything I have done wrong- that’s the common emotion among so many of Gen Ys in search of the perfect job. I really do believe that in this search- and in life in general, we all end up where we’re supposed to when the time is right […]
Death is so hard. I know it’s “a part of life” and something that will happen to us all, but I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around it. The thought of someone being here, and then the next minute being gone is just crazy […]
Blogging is an interesting concept because people are able to voice their thoughts, beliefs, and opinions- and everyone in the world is able to comment, applaud, or berate them for it. Bloggers are easy targets for other (sometimes angry -eek!) internet users whom they’ve never met or spoke to in their lives […]
This morning I was invited (summoned with threats) to attend a state unemployment “workshop”. It provided me with the perfect amount of time to do some brainstorming and jot down some thoughts about what it means to be paid just for having a social security number […]
I am so sick of trying to defend everything I do to people- mostly my parents- when I know that I will not be happy following the “expected” path. It’s MY life. I am going to live the way I WANT to. If in 5 years I end up being a heroin addict on the street- then fine, go ahead and say “told ya so” […]
