I've got something to say. You know those times when you can't sleep. Of course you do.
I'm worried for kids these days. Actually. For everyone. Social media. It's like a disease. It's part of my work and it's really challenging me. It's like a bad marriage. Good one day. Crap another. How do you let this anxiety go.
And another thing. The fact that people keep writing your instead of you're at the appropriate moments. Oh my gosh I always want to correct them. I'm heading towards having no bloody friends...
This is where my Mid Life Crusade is kicking in. I've been around. Seen a bloody lot. Try my guts out. Help others. Give free advice. Do a great job for my clients. And yes. Life isn't all about receiving.
But why do people my age continue to be overlooked. Invisible. Yes we have brains. Yes we have ideas two years before you even think about it. Yes we have wrinkles. Yes we have cred.
I watched a brilliant Mumbrella vid recently. It hit home. I wasn't alone! Why do young marketers continue to market to their own age audience? Hello!!!!!!! Twenty five year olds aren't buying Mercedes. Or Lexus. Twenty five year olds can't afford to stay at ten star hotels. Twenty five year olds aren't taking luxury tours and eating oysters. They've already got a sex drive.
Look. I love kids. But when you continually feel like YOU'RE past YOUR use by date, it really starts to grate. And you write these types of posts at 5.00am on a Friday.
Now I'm off to gym in my clapped out buzz box. Then I'll have my Acai bowl. Is that how you spell it. Then I'm buying a friggin drone and a bikini. So I can take photos of the landscape. I could be anywhere you know. Telling you zero.
Actually... I'll probably be at home doing the washing. I use Cold Power by the way.
Over and out.