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My Writing.com experience continues...30 Day Blog Challenger, Andre the blog Monkey's Banana Bar Founder, Aging Baby Boomer. Here you'll find a warm welcome, maybe I'll make you laugh out loud - That's my goal. Thanks for visiting. |
I DON'T LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO  MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 15, 2020 Write your entry today about commitment. Committing to an activity, craft, person, way of being, etc. Consider the concepts of diligence, honesty, and responsibility. What does commitment look like to you? I'm considering a mature and responsible response to this prompt, but I'm not committed to one. So... I've decided then. I will commit to writing a responsible, and honest blog entry. I'll be serious, and this time... I mean it. Growing up in the sixties I was taught that if you wanted to be respected or trusted, maybe even liked you had to be able to live up to your commitments. Nobody likes a quitter. Nobody will trust you if you lie. My parents' generation and generations prior were light-years more committed than that of the baby boomer generation. People stayed married for life. People worked the same job with the same company their entire life. With the outbreak of world war one and two - volunteers enlisted. People of my parents' generation were committed, and because of that, people of my generation had opportunities to live good lives. Things sure changed in the seventies. Divorce was easy. People joked about being on their second, third, and fourth marriage. If things weren't going your way at work - quit, and find a new job. Companies too didn't seem to be very committed to their employees. Hundreds of thousands of employees were fired in favor of automation. Tired of the struggle? File for bankruptcy. Yet with all the changes going on in the world our mom still taught commitment. Whenever we wanted to join a club or play on a sports team, if we were allowed to do so, permission came with one instruction... You can't quit! Here's a gem. Dad was a chronic alcoholic, made life miserable for us all, until his death (at age 57) due to drinking related diseases. Almost everyone, including myself, advised my mom to get a divorce, but she outright refused. She made a commitment on her wedding day, and she was going to keep it. At this point, as I write, I find myself in a place I wasn't intending on going to. (I'm bailing on a blog entry about commitment) I wanted to write something mature, intelligent, and honest, without all the trashy, embellishments I write just to get a laugh. I didn't want to write a depressing entry. I only wanted to put something out there that showed I'm not an asshole all the time. Well, there you go! At least you know I'm honest. |
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