Often, in midlife, the game of life seems to be won by the opponent labeled conformity.
If everyone is following the path, the path must be good.
So we go through the motions, like everyone else.
Stick to the tried and true plan.
No harm, no foul.
Somewhere in midlife we discover that this was an epic deception.
Then, because we are decades into our life, there seems to be no hope of a comeback. We’re too established, too comfortable, and too afraid to change.
Unknowingly, we realize that silently giving up was also an insidious part of our adult conformity.
Dear Son, enjoy the ride as a high school freshman. Thank you for our conversation last night in the pool.
You are beginning your adult journey as many have before you and many will behind you.
However, i’m glimpsing a level of confidence and self-awareness that is blooming earlier in you than it ever did for me.
Conforming seems to be anything but your desire or goal.