The algorithm served me up this gem last night and I absolutely loved it.
There’s a term I can never remember, but it has something to do with being nostalgic for a time in life that you never experienced.
Whatever you call this – not necessarily a desire to drink whiskey and ride my bike 20 miles through Scotland – I feel like I missed out on it.
Although, I could experience it in my own way if I really wanted to experience it; to live it:
I could delete Instagram from my phone.
I could delete my Strava.
I could write letters.
I could go on runs in the woods without my phone.
I could write on a typewriter.
I could get the TV out of the house.
I could show up to a friends house in hopes they’re free to sit on the porch and talk.
The cultural current is strong against these things.
But I could still do it if I wanted.
I could live a bit more like Big Jim.
Dare I?