Sometimes I feel like I am betraying my generation.
I am a single thirty-something woman. I have friends that want to meet after work for happy hour, which I enjoy but usually am too brain dead to participate. In fact I have spent my Friday evening thus far in the company of ten people older than me by 15-30 years and then out with a friend for snacks, ignoring everyone that was at the bar because we wanted to catch up, all the while not being able to wait until I got home because I couldn’t wait to take a shower, change out of my work clothes, and veg in the recliner. Continue reading