All Groan Up: Searching for Self, Faith, and a Freaking Job!by Paul Angone
All Groan Up: Searching for Self, Faith, and A Freaking Job! is the story of the GenY/Millennial generation told through the individual story of author Paul Angone. It’s a story of struggle, hope, failure, and doubts in the twilight zone of growing up and being grown, connecting with his twentysomething post-college audience with raw honesty,/em>
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All Groan Up: Searching for Self, Faith, and A Freaking Job! is the story of the GenY/Millennial generation told through the individual story of author Paul Angone. It’s a story of struggle, hope, failure, and doubts in the twilight zone of growing up and being grown, connecting with his twentysomething post-college audience with raw honesty, humor, and hope.
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All Groan Up
Searching for Self, Faith, and a Freaking Job!
By Paul Angone
ZONDERVANCopyright © 2014 Paul Angone
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WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I went into college graduation believing I was now trained and equipped to go change the world.
And if not to change the world, at least to make a serious difference.
And if not to make a serious difference, at least to make some serious money.
And if not any money, at least be working a job that I enjoyed.
And if a job I didn't really enjoy, at least a job that sounded enjoyable—something I could spin to my friends as I convinced them of my amazing life. Even if it wasn't really.
With college diploma in hand, I was ready to be used by God and man in big ways. A college diploma meant answers. A college diploma meant doors flung open, where everything is up for grabs.
So why now, years later, do my hands still feel like they're in pockets full of Super Glue?
To make matters worse, I have other friends whose hands are glueless. They started grabbing success the minute they stepped into the real world.
One of those friends (I call them friends, but secretly I loathe them just a little now) is Mike Yankoski, who purposely became homeless for five months, then wrote a life-changing and powerful book about it called Under the overpass. Now he's traveling everywhere speaking about this experience. Such vision, such strength, such hope, such excitement, such purpose. Thanks, Mike. While you're at it, can you come over and kick my little dog, BeauJo, who has to wear diapers because he can't control his bladder?
Another one of my friends, Brent, recently came back from El Salvador, where he helped start and sustain eight different businesses for the local economy. Right after he returned, he received a random call asking if he wanted to jump on a private jet and fly with influential guys like Rick Warren (author of The Purpose Driven Life) to Uganda to help with peace efforts and business development.
Brent told me one amazing story after another about his spur-of-the-moment trip to Africa and Switzerland (I forgot to mention this added jaunt to Switzerland). During one of their flights, Brent explained, he glanced at the computer screen of the gentleman sitting next to him, only to see him working on a speech for (then current) President Bush, which good old George W. would be giving the following Tuesday. My friend sat next to, conversed with, and bounced ideas off one of the U.S. president's inner circle whilst—pause for effect—flying to Switzerland in a private jet!
I remember the night Brent dropped in unexpectedly and told me about his trip. It was a cool, crisp evening. I was sitting on a brown, furry beanbag called the Lovesack that was purchased at a yard sale. As Brent told his story, a very large part of me was very excited for him as I sat on the edge of my Lovesack in awe and anticipation. A very large part of me felt very proud of my friend. A large and overwhelming part.
But then there was this small, little voice that kept popping up like an angry squirrel that believes he owns your bird feeder. Sure it was small, but it made its presence known. Paul, the voice asked, what are you doing right now?
"Well, I'm still trying to find my way. I'm doing—"
No, no, the small voice said with a chuckle. Not what are you doing in life, but literally right at this moment—what are you doing?
Then the joke hit me. Here my friend Brent is explaining how he's trying to change the world in a dramatic way. Flying to Africa, chatting it up with world leaders. And what was I doing while he's telling me all this? Eating a piece of chicken (all right, not actual chicken but chicken-flavored Top Ramen) while icing my hamstring, which I had torn during a slow-pitch softball game.
Slow-pitch softball! The "sport" that fifty-five-year-old men with a gut the size of Fort Worth, swinging a bat with beers in both hands, can excel at.
At the very least I could've been icing my hamstring that I'd hurt sprinting into a burning building to save a three-year-old with terminal cancer.
As Brent told his hilarious story of the plane not being able to find runway space in Zurich, I flashed back years ago to my Smug College Self, that arrogant kid who was untouchable. Thriving there in that peaceful, safe collegiate womb. Smiling, dreaming, thinking big— knowing that once I was really born, my life would be made into a movie someday. And if not a movie, at least a TV miniseries.
How I wished I could've gone back and just slapped that know-it-all grin off his face. I would've loved to tell him the truth—that someday he would be on a giant, hairy beanbag, broke and unemployed, eating his last Top Ramen while his friends did all the big things he'd always dreamed of. But there, back in the womb, would I have even listened?CHAPTER 2
WOMB TO REALITY
It was so cozy. The best La-Z-Boy on the market. Complete tranquility never to be duplicated. Our only responsibility was to set our seats to "relax." Comfort only embryonic fluid could offer.
And for nine straight months, relax we did. How could we not? Lights dimmed to a perfect sleeping level. Never too hot, never too cold. Soundproof walls impervious to dogs barking, blenders mixing, people yelling.
And the food. Oh, the food! Delicious and delivered directly to our stomachs. None of this opening cans or reheating leftovers for us. No sir, it was seven-course cuisine in a tube.
And the best part? The only person you had to deal with was you. And not you as you are today, but a you with no wrongs.
You hadn't yet stolen any cookies from the pantry. Hadn't tried to look up the dress of your fourth-grade teacher. Hadn't called your best friend stupid or told your parents you hate them. No failures, no history of disappointments, no shameful secrets, no insecurities as blaring as that zit on your nose you'd be blessed with come age fourteen.
Nope. Just ten fingers, ten toes, a couple appendages hanging off your side. Pretty simple. You had yourself pretty much figured out.
Life was sweet in the womb. A couple of posters over there, a plant or two thataway, maybe someday a flat-screen TV. You had big plans to stay there forever. It was comfort; it was safety; it was the best five-star hotel no money could buy.
To have faith that life would end up smelling like a twelve-dozen-rose bouquet was no stretch of the imagination. It wasn't much of a leap to trust that your cocoon would shield you from all harm. That was the standard, not the exception. Everything around you said so. Until one fateful day.
What the (insert expletive here)!
But the womb was a liar, a cheat, false advertising to the extreme—a fact that every human being learns a bit too late, as tranquility turns to what the ... in about 5.7 seconds. Comfortably dimmed lights switch to a 250-watt medical spot lamp pointed directly in your eyes. La-Z-Boyesque embryonic cushions violently transition to huge hands yanking on your head, turning your neck a direction you never knew it could go.
"Whoa. Hey, hey! Son ... of ... a ...!" Cutting, bleeding, screaming. And worst of all, when you finally make it through, you're naked. With a bunch of people staring at you. And you realize for the first time (and probably not the last) that naked you isn't all that attractive. Your body resembles less a Michelangelo and more that thing your cat found in the backyard and dragged into the middle of the family room.
Would it have killed somebody to give us a little heads-up? At least put up a couple of warning signs along the way out?
"Proceed with Caution."
"This Might Sting a Little."
"Severe Turbulence Ahead."
"Swim Back Upstream! Swim for Your Life!"
"This Gets a Whole Lot Worse before It Gets Better."
A Few Years Later
Birth is our introduction to transition. What a word that is—transition. It rolls off the tongue so sophisticatedly, so refined. Like an English gentleman sending his regrets.
But that's not really how transition should sound. Not when it brings glaring lights and screams and 180-degree neck twists.
I retell our dramatic entry into the world because I experienced another birth-like transition. In one terrifying motion, this transition ripped my comfortable little life from its slumber, leaving me crying and naked again.
So what happened on this terrifying day?
Well, this is where more esteemed authors would describe the car crash that put them in the hospital for fifteen months, or the day they learned they had cancer. And the rest of their book would unfold an uplifting story of courage and triumph.
Well, that's not me. Nope, not a speck of cancer. And my beautiful Honda Civic hatchback that I started driving during my senior year of high school is running as smoothly as ever.
No, my own life-altering transition is something commonly understood to be a cause for celebration.
It was a day that I prayed time and time again would finally come.
It was a day my parents and I spent thousands upon thousands upon thousands of dollars for. It was a day extended parts of my family came out to cheer, sporting blue and green plastic fold-up chairs and yelling embarrassing things at inopportune times.
This day, this event, this supposed rocket-launch-into-the-rest-of-my-life: college graduation!
I crossed that stage on a sunny day in May, shook a few hands, flashed my "got everything figured out" grin, and before I could even wrap my fingers around that diploma, someone was grabbing my head, ripping me out. In an instant, I was a gradu-what the heck do I do now?
Who Wants Cake?
During my graduation party, I couldn't move. The smiling faces, the excited handshakes, the sentiments of joy and congratulations. Aunts and uncles pinching me on the cheeks like they did two decades before.
Everything whipped around me so fast I couldn't move. I felt like the deer stuck on the highway, exposed and vulnerable in the oncoming semi's headlights of "So, Paul, what are your plans for the future?"
The future? Heck if I knew. Guests tossed prying questions in my face like live hand grenades.
I'd just been born, for graduation's sake! My goal right now is to successfully balance this corner piece of cake the size of a Barcalounger on this sturdy coaster-of-a-plate, made from wet, used newspapers, while looking around my house that seven guys have been living in all year and desperately trying to see a way we could ever successfully clean this place so they'll actually let us leave. Once I get all that straightened out, then maybe I'll be able to block your graciously lobbed grenades with my ten-part prospectus for the years ahead.
Everything we thought we knew about ourselves and God and our role in this crazy two-sheets-to-the-wind world changed the day we actually entered it—whether our cocoon exit came on that first day out of school or on the job or in marriage. Whatever the situation, we've all had that "Oh, crap, so this is what real life is" kind of moment. When everything we were so sure about quickly becomes obsolete.
Sun in our eyes. Rash on our legs. Poop that used to just float away, now stuck in the most uncomfortable places imaginable. All we can do is cry. And cry we do.
The womb apparently was not the accurate teacher of reality like we once thought. On that first day out, the hard, cold learning began for us all.
But with it came some perks of living outside our former insulation as well. Taking that first step, eating that first chocolate chip cookie, sliding down our first waterslide, petting our first dog, getting that tingly feeling the first time we really noticed that special someone.
So that later, if you asked us to go back into the womb, we would decline. That would be gross. Sure, life immersed in the outside can sting. A lot. But life in the womb wasn't much of a life after all. To actually live, we had to be born.
Let Life Begin
At least that's what I keep telling myself. Because I'm realizing that living on the outside is harder than I thought. And some simple, straightforward words are much more complicated now: faith, hope, purpose, passion, paying bills, lumbar support, budgeting, et cetera. I actually have to know something about these words now. The future was going to be on a test to be named later, and somehow later had just snuck up on me and smacked me with the edge of that $300 textbook I refused to sell back for $6.33.
In my cocoon, lying there in gooey goodness, I grew all kinds of faith. I didn't doubt for a second I was safe. In babyese I would cry out, "Here I am, Lord. Send me!" I envisioned my words leaving the womb and traveling across the vastness of creation, over the horizon, to where God sat waiting and listening to my cry, waiting to respond.
But now that I'm out, I hear no answer. Only the echo of my cry in return. Is the problem my hearing or his voice?
So now what? Is it up to God or up to me? If it's up to God, what's he doing about it? If it's up to me ... where do I even start?
As I'm carried out of the hospital and introduced to sights my eyes have never seen, I'm exhilarated ... and terrified. The fear and excitement of a world of unknowns keep me whispering, "Got to be born to really live; got to be born to really live." Fingers crossed. Got to be born to really live.CHAPTER 3
TOP RAMEN DREAMER
Six months after college is a magical time for a college graduate as your friends—Stafford, Perkins, and the nice man at the bank—decide to retract their hand of grace.
Wait, I actually have to pay these loans back? I thought college loans were like Monopoly money. Someday, in a land far, far away, I'd hand over a couple of pink fives and a few blue fifties, and we'd call it even.
That or someone would slip me a "get out of jail free" card, like Bono announcing a year of loan forgiveness, on him, for all of us middle-class suckers whose parents somehow made enough money to not receive any financial aid, yet somehow concurrently didn't make enough money to even pay for half of first-year English.
So wait, Ms. Sallie Mae—I have to pay how much, for how long? Who knew you owned Boardwalk with a hotel and I'd apparently been a resident there these last four years? So I won't Pass Go for two decades. No big deal.
Who has money for loans anyway? Rent is my more pressing reality. Also, for some reason, it takes food to live. And people charge money for it. What's up with that?
Then there are little things like car insurance, health insurance, and the miscellaneous fun excursions to the mechanic for a blown head gasket on my aforementioned Honda Civic.
"Changing the world" has quickly jumped into the backseat and is taking a nap, while the "reality of continued living" is taking over.
What makes it worse is that I'm still around chipper, knowit-all college students who keep asking, "Hey, Paul, what are you doing with your life?" With their little rosy cheeks and that quiver of excitement in their voice that knows they will make their first million within a year after graduation.
Another thing my professors forgot to teach me was how to lovingly reply, "Working at Starbucks," without wanting to pull out a flask of vodka, take a swig, and then pour just a dash on their clothes and light it on fire.
Not to burn them severely, of course, but just to put the fear of God in them a little, so they know never again to ask me how "life" is. And, of course, to give me a little chuckle as I watch them stop, drop, and roll.
Silly college kids.
But just a class ago, I was one of them—eager to start my future, completely assured the red carpet would precede all my steps. I remember secretly wondering what was wrong with all those twentysomethings who were waiting tables or working boring cubicle jobs. Come on, how hard could it be?
I thought the only problem after college would be picking which amazing job offer to take, like five popular girls all asking me to go to prom. Unfortunately, just like in high school, they somehow all lost my number.
So all those premed students—the ones I mocked in school as they scurried to their labs on Friday nights—were now smiling from ear to ear as they stepped into top medical schools like Columbia, Stanford, and UCLA while I enthusiastically stepped into my local temp agency.
My Own Worst Enemy
Temp agencies are a world I would not want my worst enemies subjected to. Mainly because I envision my worst enemies working deep in the coal mines of Siberia guarded by Arctic wolves, so I figure I'd give them a pass on the whole temp agency process to land such a job. I know, full of grace I am.
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Relatable, funny, and inspiring, All Groan Up is an uplifting story about the redemption of hope when things don’t go as planned. This book is must-read for anyone asking “What’s next?” Mike Foster, , cofounder and chief chance officer of People of the Second Chance
This is itthe book every young person should read and every teacher and parent should have on hand. I don’t think you can call yourself a grown-up without first reading this book. Jeff Goins, , author of The Art of Work
My twenties were like the new pubertyawkward, sweaty, weird, and life-changing, except no one warned me about them. Paul Angone’s voice in All Groan Up is not just a warning; it is a conversation, a pep talk, wisdom mixed in with funny stories, and encouragement that not only can you survive this groan-up life; you can live it well. Amena Brown, , spoken word poet and author of Breaking Old Rhythms
Paul Angone must live inside my house regularly filled with twentysomethings. He gets this generation like few people I know. This book is hilarious, insightful, brilliantly written, and filled with wisdom. Don’t miss the opportunity to give this book to any young adult you know. They will read it because it’s practical, and when they finish the book, they will call it enjoyable, insightful, challenging, and even life changing. Jim Burns, Ph.D., , president of Home Word and author of Confident Parenting and Teenology
Had me laughing out loud more times than I can count, sometimes literally to the point of tears! Paul Angone writes with a profundity and hilarity that feels like a nascent cross between Donald Miller and Bill Bryson. That’s a high compliment. I think his words will be prophetic to a generation that is drowning in potential. Mike Yankoski, , author of Under the Overpass
Clever, insightful, and devilishly handsome, Paul Angone offers a book reminiscent of sharing a pint with an old friend. All Groan Up captures the confusion of early adulthood in a beautiful blend of candor and humor. This is a must-read for anyone wondering, Okay, what now? Jamie Wright, , theveryworstmissionary.com
Dr. Seuss’s Oh, the Places You’ll Go! may be the top gift at graduation, but this one should take its place. Writing with bravery and honesty, Paul Angone invites us behind his own search for purpose in a complicated world and shows us that the process is far more important than the destination. If you’re at a crossroads in your own journey, you’ll find his guide a welcome companion. Wayne Jacobsen, , author of He Loves Me: Learning to Live in the Father’s Affection
Our parents told us when we were children that we could do anything we set our minds to do. Our pastors said that God had a great plan for our lives. But after college, many of us got a sinking feeling that our parents were wrong, and we suspected our pastors were too. All Groan Up is a funny, hopeful, honest autobiography of a generation of people who feel their lives have too much potential and not enough purpose. Matt Appling, , author of Life after Art
For anyone wrestling with the provocative questions of “Who am I?” and “What am I going to do with who I am?” All Groan Up is a must-read. I encourage you to join Paul in his discovery of one of life’s best-kept secrets, namely, that you can choose your future. Raymond Rood, , CEO, The Genysys Group
Meet the Author
Paul Angone is a leading voice to, and for, twentysomethings. He is the bestselling author of 101 Secrets for Your Twenties, a sought-after speaker, and the creator of AllGroanUp.com a place for those asking “What now?” Paul graduated from Westmont College with a degree in Communication Studies and then received his Master’s degree in Organizational Leadership from Azusa Pacific University. Paul grew up in Denver, Colorado, and currently lives in San Diego with his wife, Naomi, and their two daughters.
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First, I wanted to mention that I found out about Paul Angone when I read his blog post 21 Secrets for Your 20’s which I highly recommend you read since it's free, and what do you have to lose? That post has since gone viral and Paul expanded his blog post into a book called 101 Secrets For Your Twenties which is a fantastic read so if you like the post you'll love the book. Ok, back to the review of All Groan Up. I got this book awhile ago as part of the Launch Team and I feel terrible that I hadn't reviewed it yet. It's not because the book was difficult to get into but I just haven't been able to start books as easily this past year. I haven't even made my book reading goal on GoodReads which was the same as last year. I finally got myself to pick the book up this past week and sped through after that. The stories kept me intrigued and they easily dove into the heart of the matter. We speed through the author's life and the have glimpses of his experiences along the way. I'm not sure what I expected when I read this book, maybe something along the line of it being similar to the blog post but it was my misunderstanding. For me, the book felt more like a memoir of the author's life which is fine but memoirs are not my go-to genre. However, I found this book easy to get into because of the author's humorous, honest, and relatable voice. I read on because I was curious of the author's outcome in each life situation. There are moments during the book where I want to shout, "Yes! That's exactly what I'm feeling right now!" Some events more than others, but there's bound to be at least one story and lesson that a reader can relate to in the book. My only complaint is that while the book explained these stories, it didn't really help the reader solve the problem in the segment of the story. It leaves the reader hanging as to how to fix or prevent these situations. Not that I expected the author to solve these problems for me. For some reason, I thought we'd learn a little more about how the author handled the problems or persevered through the trying times. Instead, we skip to another story not quite solving the previous story. Currently, I'm in the state the author was when he wrote the story. Lost, confused, and trying to find myself. Humbly, I'm better off than most but not at all where I want to be at my stage of life so a few stories strike a chord for me. This book helps me understand that I'm not the only one who is at this stage of life and that it's ok. While deep down inside I knew this, it's also reassuring to know that there are others out there like me. While this book isn't for those who want a how-to book in life, it's good umbrella of stories to illustrate that the conflicting emotions of what you're going through is normal. I recommend this book if you feel the need to know that you aren't the only one who is lost or confused in life and are ok with not having a good answer as to how to solve this other than moving forward. Highly recommended for millennials. 3.5 out of 5 rating for me! (A copy was provided for an honest review. I was not compensated in any other way.)
A delightful mix between a well-written blog and a personal diary, Paul Angone’s “All Groan Up” tells the “pre-adult” stories that we’ve all experienced, yet are too embarrassed to talk about. Perfect for a recent college grad, “All Groan Up” gives sympathies to the situations that are not life changing disasters, but feel like them at the time. From his first word of advice, suggesting to do life with a friend (in his words, “We all could use a cup of coffee and a good conversation”), Angone has perfected the art of giving advice when we want it, and merely being sympathetic when we don’t. A copy of this book should come with every college diploma. Written by someone who has found “self, faith, and a freaking job”, “All Groan Up” gives hope to all twentysomethings that we will all find our way and we’ll do it in our own time.
Paul writes a funny, honest, and real account of life as a twenty something. He takes this incredibly 'awkward to navigate life' (the dreaded 20s) and relates his story of adulthood and faith and applies it to the average twenty something. Before I was a 20-something, I thought it would be the best years of my life, everything being so grand - but now that I'm just out of the 20s, I found that I related more to Paul's story than to my vision of what it would be. Life doesn't always turn out how you think it will - but it's the journey that makes it interesting! Paul shares his journey - at times brutally honest - but so relatable! A must read for anyone searching for their 'secret sauce' as they navigate through their 20s!
Okay, THIS BOOK, you should read it. Paul Angone provides tons of funny anecdotes and wit throughout this not-too-long-to-read journey. From the fun chapter opening sketches to the real and brilliant rhetoric you will find yourself relating to and hiding from the truths he spills out on to the pages. At the latter end of my twenties I have already laughed, struggled, panicked, dreamed, become complacent, etc. and in the midst of it all wondered what God was possibly doing in my life. Paul's experiences point to our need for failure and success and our overwhelming need to move forward and trust God though it all. I can't wait to share this piece of art and life with friends and family, especially those lucky enough to still be 20somethings!
I’ll admit it... After reading the first few paragraphs of this book, my eyes were glued to it for the rest of the night. "So much yes!” I thought to myself over… and over… and over again. My eyes got droopy and it was far past my bedtime, but I couldn’t. Stop. Reading. I mean, who can’t relate to these words: “I went into college graduation believing I was now trained and equipped to go change the world. And if not to change the world, at least to make a serious difference. And if not to make a serious difference, at least to make some serious money. And if not any money, at least be working a job that I enjoyed. And if a job I didn’t really enjoy, at least a job that sounded enjoyable — something I could spin to my friends as I convinced them of my amazing life. Even if it wasn’t really." From the very beginning, All Groan Up was pure gold. It’s the book that I wish had been around when I graduated college. While it seemed like others were moving on and finding their way, I felt stuck, stagnant, lost and confused. I wish I’d had known during this time that I wasn’t alone. I also wish I’d have known that, yes, things do get better, and that wading through the uncertainty and deepening into my faith would be the very things that would eventually allow me to blossom into the life I was meant to live and the person I was meant to be. I wish I’d have known that in order to find my way, I first had to allow myself to be lost for a time. In a humorous and relatable way, Paul speaks the truth as he tells his own post graduation story, which was nothing like what he’d expected. Instead of having his choice of employers, he found himself broke and unemployed, eating Top Ramen and searching for purpose as his classmates were saving the world and earning bank. His story is the same story as so many others — but that often goes unspoken. His wisdom about navigating this time of transition is real, relevant, and spot-on. Someone needs to be telling the truth — both the good and the bad — about the post-college transition and how to navigate it, and I’m glad Paul is the one who’s doing it. All Groan Up is a serious light at the end of the tunnel for anyone who feels alone in this transition.
I’ve been a long-time reader of Paul Angone’s blog All Groan Up, and I can’t say enough about his first book, 101 Secrets for Your Twenties (I’ve highlighted passages, marked pages, and shared his nuggets of wisdom with many people while insisting that they have to get this book!), so I was so excited when I heard that Paul had written another book, titled All Groan Up. This time he shares more of his own story of being a college graduate and navigating his twenties, working at jobs that were quite different from how he pictured his life turning out, and trying to balance the idea of following his dreams and making a difference while also making a living. Though the details of your story may be different, I think that everyone can connect with struggling to find their path and navigating the years of being no longer a kid but also not feeling like a fully-fledged adult. One of Paul’s secrets in ‘101 Secrets for Your Twenties’ is that “life will never feel like it’s supposed to.” All Groan Up was a funny, honest, and vulnerable take on “the search for self, faith, and a freaking job!” Sharing our stories is an important way to connect, and reading this book made me feel like I’m not alone. I’ve realized that I’m not the only person who has no idea what’s next or no concrete plan for my life. I’m not the only person who had no answer to, “so, what do you want to do when you graduate?” (And now people have stopped asking, but I still don’t really have a plan.) I’m not the only person going through a quarter-life crisis. And, I’ve realized that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with any of that. If you feel the same way, I know you’ll love this book too. Paul shares some of the lessons that he’s learned through the telling of his own stories, and though this is a scary transition for many of us, I finished the book feeling hopeful and even excited about the possibilities for my life. All Groan Up (along with 101 Secrets for Your Twenties) would be awesome gift ideas for a graduate or anyone trying to figure out what’s next. I’m glad that I discovered it when I did! Some of my favourite thoughts from All Groan Up: - Maybe our twenties are not about things going as we planned, but about how we adapt, change, and grow when they don’t. - Progress is not displayed in what you’ve done but in what you know now not to do. - If you’re overwhelmed with asking what you want to do with your life, remember that it’s a gift to even have the time and space to ask. - What if I walked around actually believing I have a specific purpose for my life – to bring life to the world around me in the everyday?… It’s not just about social justice; it’s about being just in my daily social sphere. You don’t join a cause; you live in one. Every day. - It’s the simple things in life that are the most profound. Sometimes it takes us a long time to realize that. - I’m realizing more and more that life is not a linear progression for us to command and conquer. We don’t ever just fully “arrive.” And those are just a few… like ‘101 Secrets’, there are many other important ideas that I underlined and wrote down. There’s nothing better than that feeling when you read something and it just clicks… when it really connects with you, and you feel like you understand yourself or the world in a different way. That’s the way that I felt while I was reading ‘All Groan Up.’
As a millenial trying to figure "it" out - "it" being LIFE - I found this book to be very insightful and relatable. In talking about it with friends, I've even likened it to a helping hand pulls you up when the earth is crumbling beneath your feet causing you to slide down the steep mountainside of a quarter life crisis ... because this "hand" is connected to a special voice and set of experience that understands exactly what you're going through. We often hear "everything is going to be okay" but reading Paul's story lets me believe it. I highly recommend it for any other 20 something who may be struggling and is looking for a comical but honest pep talk in novel form.
When you google twenty somethings in hopes that you'll find relate-able material you will be disappointed. In the five years I've been a twentysomething I've yet to find a voice that speaks directly to me, with my own thoughts and words, UNTIL Paul Angone's book All Groan Up. This book highlights what every twentysomething will go through at some point in their journey. It's raw, humorous and oh my gosh my life! This book is for every Twenty Something who is about to go through or is going through their so called "best years of their life." High school students should be reading this and then reading this again when everything in it becomes their life too. You need answers? understanding? Pick up this book, you won't be disappointed.