Good old dad 👴🏻
I knew you’d come through for me, but I WAS prepared just in case…
I prefer my privacy too, but thinking about trying new things has me thinking about the way we converse. This may be the way we have to do it. Out in the open, like.
Where we have to think hard about what we say before we say it, because you never know who’s around/listening. You know, procrastinate before answering.
I don’t like being a millennial either. I can’t even spell it. Seriously. I feel it throws connotations all over me that don’t belong to me. I feel older than I am.
I feel the same way I hear my elder peers describe “getting old.” I am getting older and getting used to the idea that I’m going to keep on getting older. It finally dawned on me. I have a chronic illness. I feel thirty years older than I am. Heavy wings.
I’ve also learned heavy wings is not always a bad thing. It’s a great stretch and prime belly-rubbing position according to Piper
The more I embrace the term (Millennial) the less that bothers me. I’m also embracing that I’m the next generation ready or not so try to be ready.
That’s part of what this whole blogging experience is about…which reminds me I need to write about that. In the wisdom of waterskiing and Steve Harvey: You’re going to fall. It’s going to hurt. If you don’t jump, you won’t go anywhere.
Coming next: Conversations with myself
Then why the hell I’m doing this in the first place.