Sometimes, I Feel Sorry For Younger Generations

Sometimes, I’m grateful I was born when I was

• thanks to Jacquelyn Lynn for the inspiration*

There are times I pity my generation, the generation below me, and the babies just being born-whatever we’re all called.

We live in a world that is constantly flooding our brains with so much information.

No one was made to handle the endless stream of stuff that is the void of social media. None of us were prepared for a tool like Instagram or Facebook or even Medium.

I still remember playing on an old typewriter when I was a child. I remember when the only access I had to a computer was to play slow-loading games.

While we live in a world where we now talk more openly about issues that affect us every day, this means that we have to figure out how to have the emotional capacity to handle these tough conversations.

We have to find the emotional capacity to do our own inner work.

We have to find the emotional capacity not to shut down in a world where racism, white supremacy, misogyny, and hatred are thrust into our faces.

We have to find a way to love ourselves and break the chain between who we are and what society expects of us.

All while living in a world that demands a higher price for basic necessities-forget university- than it demanded of our parents, who were likely able to buy their first house after paying off college loans-if they had any.

So if you were wondering, which you may not have been, sometimes I feel bad for the young generations of today.

We have largely been thrust into a world that asks much of us without equipping us with the proper tools to take it all on.

When it comes down to it, though, I’m grateful.

I’m so grateful I was born when I was.

I’m grateful I was born when I was because I have the rights, privileges, and life I’ve been afforded because of the lives my ancestors lived.

If I had been born in another time period, epilepsy may have killed me at a young age, or worse, a Catholic priest may have tried to exorcise my demons.

I’m grateful we’re talking about periods, and intersectional feminism and how trans-exclusionary feminism isn’t cool and I’m grateful for pumpkin spiced lattes and I don’t regret that statement.

I’m grateful for mental health days and my therapist.

I’m grateful some of you bother to read what I write, and frankly, I’m grateful it’s not written on a typewriter.

I’m grateful I can own property.

I’m not going to keep going, because as I’ve said several times this week, the world feels hard and heavy right now.

With great progress often comes great pushback and sometimes a regression in society. It feels like that’s where we’re at.

However, women have never had more rights. Women have never been safer in the face of Roe v. Wade being overturned or had more resources and people available to help them.

We’ve never had more access to community containers that are spaces for healing, change-making, and learning how to do better by our fellow humans of different races, nationalities, sexual orientations and gender identities.

I’m glad I was born when I was. My existence honors everyone who came before me, and I will use the life I’ve been given to make it better for everyone who will come after me.

Everything is telling me it’s the end of the world but the birds still chirp, the dog still needs to be walked and children are still being born

And I have to believe this is just the beginning

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