We weren’t the ones who broke it, but we’re the ones still holding the fire. Maybe that’s the point—not to tear it all down, but to keep it alive long enough for someone else to finally light it up.
Holding the Torch, Even If It Burns
Tourist of Money
Watching The White Lotus reminded me: I was never wealthy—I was just visiting. This is what it feels like to lose the mask, the job, and the illusion of middle-class safety, while still trying to raise a daughter in a world built for someone else.
The Fat Generation? A Love Letter to Our Worn-Out Bodies
Gen X was never built for longevity. We were raised on sarcasm, sugar, and survival. Now we’re aging into broken knees, lost insurance, and jumpsuits that don’t quite zip. This isn’t a fitness manifesto. It’s a love letter to the generation that never expected to grow old — and the bodies we’re learning to live in, even as they fall apart.
Genex Geek 