Embracing the dinosaur

Hello all, hope you are well. Young Master Duke is singing the song of his people, and my husband is watching SG-1.

For several years, I’ve noticed that I have been falling farther and farther behind on the ‘times’. For the most part, I would try to keep up, and enjoy living as what I would hope that most people do.

Yet, on a particular social media site, I’ve noticed that I’m not as ‘woke’ as most on there. On another, I realized that I have no clue what they are talking about half the time.

It’s not just terminology, or even technology. I’m pretty good about looking things up if I don’t understand them. I still love to learn, and to read. Yet, I don’t understand why certain things are the way they are.

Living at a desk, behind a keyboard has given me great opportunities, but then again, it also limits me greatly. I’m not out and amongst humanity. Actually, most days, I preffer it that way. Yet, I also have this stream of consciousnees that says, “You need to know what this means, or what this feels like.”

Today, I’ve come to the conclusiong, that, I don’t. I really don’t.

I was digging through my trunk today, and dug out some of the books that I wanted on my book shelf. In looking through that particular container, I saw our history, my husband’s and mine. It was unsettling, and yet cathartic.

I’m not going down into that good night, I’m not giving up. However, I am embracing the fact that I am an artifact of the decades I have lived. That I don’t need to evolve to adapt so much, as I need to enjoy the moment as exactly the way it is at this moment.

I still live for tomorrow, and still enjoy the day as it is. I just don’t feel like I have to keep up with everyone else anymore.

I’m okay with that. I’m embracing my inner dinosaur. My favorite? The Archaeopterix. The bird dinosaur that flew.

Take care my friends. Hugs, gentle ones. -L


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