A reintroduction
I’m Julie. I am (currently) 53. I’ve lived in two nation states. I’ve studied history and am a lifelong political and social junkie. I’ve kept a journal since 1985 and I’ve been blogging since I discovered it was a thing (1996, maybe?). I write stories, and encourage others to do the same.
I live in an age where it is easier than at any point in history to share our words far and wide (although it is, increasingly, hard to be heard amidst the tumult).
Through it all, I feel like I’ve been waiting.
Waiting for what?
For an invitation?
Every Breath You Take
I am part of a generation that likes to joke that we are famously overlooked and underachieving.
Growing up in the shadow of the vast Boomer generation (one quarter hippie tree huggers, one quarter yuppie vulture capitalists, one half people just trying to do better than their parents and hoping for the same for their kids) we waited to be invited to share our opinions.
Now, with the massive number of Millennials anxiously nipping at our heels and the Zoomers making up their own culture and committing unpardonable crimes against punctuation, we’re still waiting for someone to tell us they want to hear our voices.
But we’re still breathing.
So I’ve decided to take that as my invitation to show up. To have my say.
I invite you to do the same.