When I turned thirty everything was flying smoothly. The career was taking off. I had just gotten married. Then a miscarriage, my husband’s drinking and layoff sent everything spiraling into a nose dive. We are still recovering from the stall. The promise of a bright future was clouded by a series of unfortunate events that negated the potential of my past personal and academic achievements. All the things the adults in the room had promised us once now completely out of reach and tainted by the realities of a cruel and unforgiving world.
It sounds melodramatic but as the present leaders of the workplace and government, my Millennial monikered generarion is struggling to live up to the hype. Global warming and climate change initiatives have been repealed. USA based corporations are cutting down employee counts, benefits and in many cases outsourcing the work to other countries or robots. Most of our discussions revolve around segregating resources and people instead of including them and celebrating the differences. My internal scrip does not compute all these roll backs to previous social programming norms. The code of our adult lives is being ransacked by the Boomer values, international politi al crises, and civil unrest are squeezing the joy and financial security out of an entire generational contingent. This was not the legacy we wanted to leave our children. What is going on?
As we build the tools to restore a sense of normalcy and wait out the storm, the angst of this turmoil is making us cynical and lackadaisical. It is starting to unphase me how much evil is in our mids and how much we hurt each other. People link thr system and we are doing this to ourselves. The cycle will never end if we continue to look out for number one and not after each other. Maybe my unfulfilled potential still has a chance to reflourish or maybe it is lost forever. Hopefully I’ll get that second wind and find all the accolades and luck that has been missing for the better part of a decade.
Passion is hard to quench but harder to fuel. 😉
Mrs. Enginerd - Nerd Whisperer 