Noel Duan is an incredible writer. Some of you may recognize her from her blog, Miss Couturable. And others may recognize her as the passionate Columbia University student, fearless in her pursuit to achieve her dreams and her passions in the often-seen-as-not-lucrative publishing and writing industries. I really admire her and her writing.
I’m beyond belief angry at myself. I have a midterm tomorrow. I have just sat around for four hours doing precisely that - nothing.
During the beginning of high school, I had Noel’s passion, desire and motivation to be the best and follow her own heart. I don’t have that anymore.
When I came back from DC, I thought I was a changed person. And in some ways, I really am. I am much more grounded, strong and motivated than I ever was. I know now why I am in school. And even though I don’t know exactly where I will end up, I know my future lies in fashion or public health (heck, or maybe both!).
Noel’s feisty passion for success and the joy that she gets from doing all of the many incredible accomplishments that she does (i.e. cofounding Columbia’s second fashion student magazine; finally interning at Vogue; pursuing her love for writing; treating her body with love through yoga and exercise). I admire her, so much.
I used to be like that. I was aggressive, I was smart, sassy, loudmouthed and anything but what society put on me as a label (“female”). I didn’t care and I worked hard to get high marks, take leadership positions and excel in the violin (although not Julliard standards, but enough to be regarded well on the state level).
What the hell has happened? Now don’t get me wrong, I love living in the dorms and have enjoyed meeting a diverse group of beautiful people. But I think my old memories (freshmen year) and habits are popping up again. And I’m now slowly realizing that I still have so many more things to learn and that balance is essential.
September was a fantastic month. I read all of my readings, did all of my work, was on straight As and had a social life. I also networked like mad, formed a strong, personal relationship with the Vice President of Chrysler and churned my resume to perfection.
October started off on a great note, but now is turning out to be like my past two years of broken agony. Although my social life is at an all time high, my grades have suffered as a result. I’ve no longer joined the other business networking group. Heck, I’m not even sure if I’m participating in the LoReal business competition anymore. And psh, emailing and networking the business leaders I had met? Yeah right. What happened to that?
So I thank Noel for her blog. Reading through her posts have started the fire that was once inside me, hailing all the way from high school.
I’m still sassy, loudmouthed, opinionated. I keep things REAL. I am intelligent. And I appreciate the fashion and creative industries so freakin’ much. I’m going to continue what I started. When I came into this semester, I knew it was going to be crazy. Taking 18 credits, with (currently) 7 hours of extracurricular activities a week (one of which I’m actively on the board) and hours of networking, with the serious intent of joining TWO other organizations and gettin’ all As?
Honey, I’ve been crashed and burned. I’m tired and exhausted. Dealing with roommates, people, school, business, my future? It’s absolutely mindbogglingly tiring.
I definitely don’t want to continue crashin’ and burnin’. So I will scale back. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to accomplish what I came to this school to do. If Noel can do it, so can I.
I’m strong, independent, sassy as hell, loudmouthed, a fuckin’ feminist, intelligent, artistic and musical, beautiful, ambitious, a leader, quirky, eccentric and confident. Midterms? Fuck midterms, you’re not going to stop me.
Just reading her blog has helped me regain some of what I was loosing. It seems almost impossible, but I’m going to do what’s not possible. I am going to kick ass on these two exams - I will OWN them. In addition, I will pick up everything that I’ve slowly let die.
I will rise to the challenge. It’s a alot, but I need to remember: I interned full time and worked a part time job this summer. I had 12 to 13 hour fucking work days. That didn’t stop me. So why should this?
Power to you all ladies!
Oh, goodness, this is so flattering; I didn’t see this until my friend sent this to me in the morning, so thank you for your generous words! I’m really honored that I inspired you.
I’m never comfortable when I read posts like these or when I receive emails like these, though. I don’t think I make a good role model and I don’t think my lifestyle should be emulated. I really mean it. I don’t do drugs and I wake up before the sun rises to run and I never forget to take my daily multivitamins, but I’m just as much of a mess inside as any other 21-year-old.
Being a perfectionist is really crippling, and I feel awfully guilty whenever someone tells me that I’ve inspired her (it’s always a her) to pull more all-nighters and tackle on more extracurricular activities and get perfect grades.
Yuck. I can’t seem to write today. I need to explain, though. Being a thorough perfectionist is crippling because you never feel like anything is good enough, and you never stop toiling for that unattainable perfection.
Things about me that are vaguely unhealthy and I wish I could change about myself:
There was a time in my life when I wasn’t like this. I remember it clearly, because it was freshman year of high school. I went to bed at 10pm, woke up at 7pm, and didn’t care if I got an A- or B+. And then, during my sophomore year, I realized all my classmates were sleeping at 3am, getting better grades than me, and working toward a goal that I didn’t have. I felt like I had to change my mindset, and I did, but I don’t know whether it’s for the better or not.
I mean, I’m more than satisfied with my life and I’m proud of myself, but there is always a little voice in the back of my head that asks: Was it really worth it?
I don’t have an answer yet.