It’s about damn time!! I have spent way too many summers (and cold springs) basking outdoors just to get a splash of color and a fizzle of endorphins. Much, much needed endorphins. As I’ve rehashed with you before, I still think the sun is good for me. And I’m not backing down on that to my pasty, weak boned Boomlennials. However, enough. After all these years, it’s time for the sun to worship me back. I did you enough justice. It’s not just the sun, though. I can barely read People magazine anymore without scoffing. And I don’t even know what a scoff is. The ‘stars’ who are sharing their stories are really boring. I can out drama them without even going too deep into the vault. Yes, they can memorize lines and emote them back which I assume is a skill, but then you want to enrich me with your life. Or exercise routine. Or think it’s ‘a thing’ not to shower for days. Been there, too, and not in a good way. Most of you are just not that fascinating. We all have our heroes we worship, and some are justified. But I’m thinking most are not. In the grand scheme of things, you ain’t all that. Fellow Boomlennials, I bet we kick their a$$ in a lot of ways. Family. Oh yea, we’ve survived the drama and kept our offspring going. Has anyone starved to death under our watch? Probably not. Are you cold right now? Hot? Or juuuust right. Boomlennials are Goldilocks on steroids. And we deserve to be worshipped. As much as society might try to be dismissive towards us, we owe it to ourselves to smirk a bit knowing that we have not gotten to this point without a lot of brilliance and spidy skills. Don’t let your confidence wane at this point! Plug yourself all the time! Don’t be a pussy. You have not gotten this far being a pussy. (That should be on a T-shirt. Or billboard.). Start writing your People magazine article, not your obit. Let the sun worship YOU and believe you deserve it. Unfortunately (fortunately?) I’m about out of IPad juice and sometimes that’s all it takes to crash….