If there were no old people (and I are one now, at 65) I wouldn’t have been inspired. If there were no young people, I wouldn’t BE inspired.

If my lens is also canted to the critical, I can talk all day about this shit generation and that shit generation. I called a young man on this just the other day for elder bashing, when he wrote (a rather justified, but a little too broad) response to a Baby Boomer’s bashing of HIS generation. We are a world of individuals. No one generation did it all, had it all. We all have our share of jerks, janitors and geniuses. We are shaped by our times every single time. If I spent my time looking for what to celebrate, surprise! I draw some uber cool people to me. Of all ages. My long time mentor died two years ago at 93. Now it’s my turn. And as long as I can be befriended by, mentored by and assisted by (HOW THE HOLY HELL DO YOU DO THIS ON THIS EFFING PHONE???) people of any generation, I have reason to be extremely excited. It wasn’t MY generation screaming out to bring out the vote against NRA-owned politicians. It was the next wave of 18-year olds. There is wisdom and there is hubris at all ages, in all of us, all the time. As long as there are humans.

Horizon Huntress, prize-winning author, adventure traveler, boundary-pusher, wilder, veteran, aging vibrantly. I own my sh*t. Let’s play!

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