The First of Many

Hi, welcome to Cognitive Script, a place where thoughts become writings and those could be anything from random thoughts, pet peeves, poems, creative writing challenges, writing prompts or just some crazy thing that popped into my head and made its way to this page.

When I was growing up I used to hear about the golden years. When your children were grown and gone, then you spent the rest of your days in retirement enjoying life. That was a lie or maybe for the previous generation. And I am finding that it is not true for myself. I get up, I work, I go home and sleep. So that I may start over the next day. I see myself as a member of the survivor generation. I do what I must to survive. My concern is for my children. They seem to be of the generation of dependent. So meaning their age are living at home and dependent on their parents. Even ones who have a college education. Life has not gotten easier it has gotten harder. It is very difficult to make it on your own no matter what your age, lifestyle, or educational status. This is definitely not how I envisioned my life when I was growing up.  

I am not complaining just stating facts and observations. Sometimes our life turns out the way it does due to bad decisions and other times it's due to the decisions of others. We deal with the circumstances and the repercussions as best we can. 

Eyes up, move forward and don't stop.