Dear Future Generation, 

I promise not to be a jackhole when I get older.

As a millennial, I can’t help but wonder what the next generation will have to deal with. Because of the year in which I was born, some people assume I’m selfish, entitled, impatient, ungrateful, incapable, dumb, narcissistic, emotionally whacked, so on and so on. It’s assumed that I don’t know how to cook, sew, garden. It’s assumed that I’m gadget obsessed and never drink from a garden hose. It’s assumed I’d die before finding my way home with only a folding map to guide me. 

Dear Future Generation… I got you. 

I promise not to make underhanded comments when you can’t change a flat tire because you were too busy curing diseases my generation didn’t take seriously.  

I promise not to shake my head in disdain when you say you don’t make many meals from scratch because your parents were never home to teach you how. 

If you get through 12+ years of school and still can’t figure out your change or a 20% tip in your head, I promise to take on at least part of the blame on behalf of my own generation. 

I promise not to do something asinine like insist on handing out mass participation trophies, display them on a shelf for years, and then blame you for ever accepting them while wondering aloud why you don’t try harder. 

I promise I’ll try really hard not to laugh at you when you cry and can’t handle the emotional wasteland that my generation ushered in. 

I promise not to cherry pick among your faults, then turn around and gobble up all your spectacular inventions, discoveries, and ideas like soft peppermints.

I promise I’ll spend at least as much time lifting you up as I do poking fun at you. 

All my love, 

A Millennial
How do you feel about generation separation? 

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Social Media : What It Is. What It Ain’t.

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More and more frequently I’m seeing people express a distaste for social media. They seem exhausted and heavily burdened by it.  Emotionally tortured even.

“There’s so much negativity.”

“The comments are always so hateful.”

“It’s full of fake news and graphic, disturbing images.”

“I can hardly stand to look at my Facebook anymore.”

And then there’s me… Wondering how in the world these people haven’t yet figured out how to use the interwebs.

Social media, and the Internet as a whole, is what you make it.

Nobody forces you to open that app and start scrolling. Nobody forces you to Google controversial topics. You don’t get any brownie points for getting the last word in on a snarky comment section. No one says you HAVE to remain friends with cousin Judy even though she Vaguebooks daily and shares disgusting photos.

When did everyone hand over their lives to technology?

Of course, we’re all going to stumble across things that don’t jive with our sensibilities once in a while. But there’s a significant difference in an accidental stumble and an intentional nose dive.

I’m going to tell you a secret.

Get ready. It’s huge.

 

You control what you look at.

 

Scrolling through a Newsfeed of “garbage” and then complaining about it makes no more sense than listening to a song you hate on the radio when all you have to do is… change the station.

You have what you tolerate.

Unfollow, unfriend, block, delete, deactivate. You can get rid of the burdens with a click. (Minimalism spans so many aspects of peaceful living!) Search for uplifting pages, “like” things that make you smile, share a positive story. Be proactive in your own joy and spread a bit of it to others.

My social media pages are full of awesome because I don’t tolerate any of the baloney, and I choose what I DO follow carefully. I will unfollow a friend at the drop of a hat. Just because I knew a person in high school,or even if I know them now, heck, even if we’re friends now, doesn’t mean we have to be friends on social media. I don’t follow news station pages. If I want news, I’ll seek it out intentionally from a direct source. I’m an advocate and supporter of several emotionally weighty causes, but I don’t follow these pages on social media. I have to mentally prepare for reading up on these topics and will do so when I choose to, not when an algorithm is set to pop it up into my life.

YOU are the filter for your social media.

Scrolling through the feeds of some people can honestly be traumatic. Yet, it’s what they’ve chosen to see. What they permit. What they continually accept, day after day.

I encourage you to take hold of this corner of your life. It’s SO simple.

Allow what makes you happy. Don’t allow what doesn’t make you happy.  Facebook is not the hill to die on.

Don’t Hate the Pinterest Mom

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I had a Pinterest Mom moment today.  I made quinoa veggie nuggetsin fun shapes…for lunch today.  And I was suuuuuuper close to having a vegan recipe.

Who does that?!

But anyways, I was quite proud of myself for trying something new and experimenting with healthy alternatives.  I was reveling in my Pinterest Mom buzz.  I decided to do a search and see what other moms had come up with.

Cue lots of “I’m not a pinterest mom” posts followed by “Ugh, friggin pinterest moms and their clean kitchens” rambles.

CAN WE JUST NOT?

Instead of finding fun and new ideas by other moms, I uncovered entry after entry of moms speaking negatively either about themselves or other moms… other hypothetical moms, at that.

Everybody wants to hate on the Pinterest Mom because she has herself so together, no one can compete with her.  Newsflash.  Pinterest contains a collection of ideas, not biographies.  Pins are not trying to surpass you in mothering standards.  The issue is when people take a teeny tiny sliver of an idea someone else possibly likes and turns it into a battle.

Betty Sue, living on her homestead with her goats, may clean her kitchen with all natural products she whipped up herself and bring hand crafted gluten free cookies to the homeschool co-op she organized, but so what!?  Betty Sue is doing what makes her happy.

I have plans to make my own essential oil diffuser necklace from clay I’ll dig out of my yard.  I don’t give two hoots if you bought yours off Amazon.

Just because you’re offended doesn’t mean someone else has been offensive. 

A person living differently from you is not a personal attack.

There are a lot more people self-implementing judged feelings than there are people actually judging others.

Check yo’self, momma.  It’s okay.

My nuggets were FABULOUS.