ADULTHOOD MISUNDERSTOOD, AND THEN … ?

You’d think adulthood misunderstood would come from some kid with ideas on who they’d want to be.

But, noooooo. It’s the adults.

If it were a kid, they’d have time to figure things out after a misunderstanding.

What if it’s a baby boomer? What’s their excuse?

I don’t always harp on this, but your faithful baby boomer blogger checks many boxes, so what you read here comes from an authentic place.

Writing about marriage? Thirty-nine years with one wife.

Check.

Writing about kids? I raised two who still talk to me now and then.

Check.

Service to America? Army veteran.

Check.

Education? Portland State bachelor’s in history.

Check.

Working life? Twenty years at the Oregon Historical Society.

Check.

What does it mean?

If you live long enough you get to be the villain in your own life, as in, “How could you,” when all you’ve done is what you’ve always done.

Times passes, things change, but not the essential priorities of living a good life:

 

1. Do what’s best for your family.

2. Find time to do what’s best for you.

3. Don’t hold back.

 

The part about don’t hold back? Be particular.

Think of a beautiful redwood, the giant ancient trees in Northern California.

While it’s quite something to stand in awe of them in their natural habitat, you don’t want them in your front yard.

Like the tree man said on his last visit, “We believe in the right tree in the right place.”

 

Me: What would you say about the huge trees surrounding my house?

Tree Man: They were all planted here after the house was built and have outgrown the space.

Me: Would you cut them down?

Tree Man: We like to say the right tree in the right place.

 

Did he say he’d chop them down, of is this me with a case of adulthood misunderstood?

I’m an adult, I’m a man. A grown man, not a kid.

Tell it to me.

 

Adulthood Request

Don’t come after me, or anyone else.

Follow the rules as written.

If you do go after someone, use good manners.

Who believes you need to show up in riot gear, in combat gear, and yank people out of their cars and knee them to the ground?

Where is this the standard?

Is it in the destroyed hellhole of Portland, Oregon where everything is on fire and streets run with blood?

Noooooo.

The apocalyptic landscape of Los Angeles?

Noooooo.

The gang infested, hoodlum hideouts, of D.C.?

Nooooo.

But, like many things, we don’t get to pick and choose where we get yanked out of our car and slammed to the cement.

However, we do get to choose our brand of bullshit to believe.

Who believes bullshit other than a bullshit artist?

Try and hang that on the wall.

Hold your breath and . . . go.

Or tune in.

 

Rossi Radio For Real

You’ll find Rossi Radio on Facebook posts, which is his last stop before launching his podcast.

Fun, lively, and informed with a smooth delivery of what matters at the moment.

I’ll be joining him soon for an episode in Mt. Angel.

Will it be another case of adulthood misunderstood? If we’re lucky.

If you’re reading this and trying to decide whether or not to click the Rossi Radio link, let me help you:

Just. Do. It.

He’s showing a good time to be had by all, which means you, too.

Will my participation be better than my time in the Army, at work, in marriage, and all the rest?

That’s my goal on Rossi Radio:

1. Do what’s best for your family.

2. Find time to do what’s best for you.

3. Don’t hold back.

 

PS: Make doing what’s best for your family part of doing what’s best for you.

 

PSS: Make doing what’s best for you part of doing what’s best for your family.

 

(See what I did there?)