
I've read the NY Times religiously on Sundays for as long as I can remember. In college I even managed to drag myself out of bed after long Saturday nights to indulge in a Soda Shop breakfast (see photo at right) and coffee with Thomas Friedman, Maureen Dowd, William Safire and the occasional economics lesson from Ben Stein. Now I'm a full-blown subscriber, mostly because the rack price is $6, subscription price is $3.75 for 12 weeks if you pay with a credit card, and I'm too lazy to make an extra trip to Starbucks to pick up their last copy.
So now you have the context; I'm addicted to the last bastion of academic (albeit liberal) entitlement. All of this is to say that I realized this morning that my other academic pursuits (English major to MBA) have colored the way I read the paper and what I find inherently interesting. While in high school I read the paper at the behest of my mother as "learning new words will increase your SAT score;" now, I look for gems of wisdom on how I should pursue my career. Ironically, however, I don't think I've ever read the paper to learn how to live a better life, just a perhaps more informed one.
I flock to the sections highlighting business leaders and their perspectives on managing, hiring and firing. I'm in awe of the CEO corner flaunting those who seemingly have saved the world prior to turning 30, or in some cases 40. I'm reminded of how close I am to 30 and how I still find myself mired in Excel spreadsheets every day aiding someone else's vision fulfillment. But I'm earning my stripes, I suppose.
So now I'm reflecting....what is the purpose of all this education and all of the student loans knocking at my balance sheet? Who am I really supposed to be? If I don't employ all of the facets of said education in my daily life, am I inherently degrading my personal ROI? Am I letting down legions of mentors, teachers, professors, life coaches -- my parents?
Why is it that when some people tell stories about others, they classify those characters based on the institutions they attended rather than some remarkable fact about how good of a person he/she is? (Note: I'm not saying that I don't do this, because I've caught myself doing it and my husband has called me out on it). For example, why is it necessary to say, "oh, you know Mary, she went to MIT and has an MBA from Columbia. Yeah, she's pregnant." Clearly, her scholastic achievements have NOTHING to do with the fact that she's pregnant, yet the need to classify persists. Does her academic branding require her to be a CEO some day to be successful? What if she decided, to hell with all of this education, I'm going to be a farmer. Would we scoff at her decision? Or, what if she decided that she wanted to be a stay at home mom and raise her child, maybe even home school him or her? Would that make her less of a person? Why must we criticize others' personal life decisions? Why can't we just be happy? When it is just "enough"?
It's clear there are generational divides on this subject and I want to learn your thoughts. How do you define your personal brand and success?




