I’m 34 years old. That means I’m at the very, very back-end of the millennial age group…or maybe it’s the front of the line?
Is indecision a thing about millennials that bothers people?
Either way, by most people who enjoy categorizing others into demographic pie charts, I’m included in the oft-bemoaned group of today’s up and coming leaders, families, soldiers, work force, business owners, and etc. And to be honest, I get a little tired of everyone incessantly bashing my age group.
Why’s that? I’d be more than happy to explain with an illustration. Continue reading
When I was a child, we wasted nothing. If something broke, it got fixed rather than thrown out. We drove cars until the wheels fell off. We didn’t call in or use a specialist to fix things either. My father was a “jack of all trades” and fixed everything. He fixed leaky pipes, put the new roof on the house, repaired the heat pump, changed the oil in the cars, fixed the radiators when they went out. I even recall helping him change brake shoes and doing body work to patch rusted holes in the car body.
Today, we have no idea how to fix things ourselves. Products are made to not last forever any more, and it’s often cheaper to buy new than to fix. And so we have been trained to use and dispose, and we have become beholden the the manufacturers and repair specialists. We now live in a disposable society.
Whatever happened to the old saying, “waste not, want not”?
My roots are rural. My life today is very urban. As a youth, I worked in cotton and soybean fields, but today I fight the flow of traffic and enjoy the advantages of city life. A son just moved to Nashville and commented how much he enjoyed being back in a big city. That’s all he’s ever known, having been born in a city of 3-4 million and reared in another of 600 thousand. But I almost think I could slip back into the rural life — without the field work — that once was so much a part of me.