In a recent Metro UK article titled “Who is Gen X and why does self-isolating come so easy to them?”, Faima Bakar writes that the precautionary measures of self-isolating are, for the most part, a seemingly effortless executable concept for the Gen X folks. The crowd born between 1965 and 1980 are reportedly navigating the waters of social isolation better than others.
When it comes to growing older, and seemingly (hopefully) wiser, I find that there are very few things worth really paying attention to. Looking back over life, I can see the evolutionary moments along the path, and I see a more deliberate present.
The rain was steadily falling as I had brewed my first cup of coffee. I, like many, am working from the home office, which affords me a few more moments with my caffeinated ritual. I step out onto the patio and, under the wide protection of the soffit above – the result of a deep pitch – I review the scene around me.
I had grabbed the latest issue of Texas Monthly with my left hand, while balancing a freshly made cup of Donut Shop coffee in my right, when the postage paid cards began to fall to the floor. Much like the tree’s leaves in October quickly drifting to their end, below. While most of the falling collateral are the offer of subscription services, one is a personally beloved classic.
I stood in the light of a sunrise…
What is the opposite of love? It’s not hate. It’s fear.