Reluctantly I must admit something to you, dearest reader. It’s not something I’m entirely proud of, but rather something I was born into. I am a millennial. There, I said it. My generation is at times both the root of madness, and an agent for change. We mean well. We are idealistic and unrealistic, dreamers with our heads in the clouds. We value art and artists, listen to music that make our parents and grandparents plug their ears. We are now approaching our late thirties and early forties. We are now aligned to be actual change makers. So, what have we been doing with that agency, that power? Mostly just complaining about boomers or whatever this new generation is called. We’re stuck in history’s middle. At least that’s what it looks like for me.