Generation X Unite (Even If You're Not Actually Gen X!)
Expanding the range and magnitude of what you do with the second act of your life
I got tickets to see Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band in Los Angeles Sunday night.
Probably because we started our relationship during the meaty part of the pandemic, it will be me and Melisse’s first concert together. We’ll be joined by our 20-year old daughters.
Literally since she was born, I have been telling my daughter about Bruce, particularly his live shows and how Taylor Swift’s performances resemble the length, intensity and intimacy of a Springsteen show. So, as Bruce is about to turn 75, I’m getting set to hit 49, and my daughter morphs into a 21-year old later this year, I could not pass up what might be the final opportunity for this whole thing to come together.
This relates directly to the conversation we started earlier in the week about—basically—getting older. But—specifically—the unique dynamics of aging and time as you near what many of us (optimistically) hope will be the midpoint of our lives.
50 years old.
