Winds of Uranus

I hope this letter finds you well — or at least hydrated and semi-rested, which I hear is the modern gold standard.

I’m writing from the other side of what I now understand was called “Late-Stage Capitalist Ego Death.” You may have seen my name attached to certain… events in the previous era, such as:

• Voting in favour of “fiscal responsibility” (oops)
• Owning far too many properties (also oops)
• Thinking LinkedIn was a form of self-expression
• Mistaking control for love, and accumulation for wisdom

I now realise that, through no conscious fault of my own, I was part of a generation that — how shall I put this gently? — tried to control the whole world.

I see it now.
I feel it now.
And thanks to a recent heart-opening dance experience (yes, there were visuals), I am ready to say:

I am sorry.
I am sorry we took too much.
I am sorry we dismissed your dreams.
I am sorry we mistook freedom for entitlement and wisdom for fear.

And now… if you’ll have me, I’d like to try again.

Would you like to go to a rave together?

I promise:
✅ I will not lecture anyone on compound interest during the set
✅ I will not wear a “funny” hat from a tourist market
✅ I will listen to the music instead of explaining its “roots” mid-track
✅ I will hydrate and not make it your job to manage me
✅ I will dance as awkwardly and joyfully as the moment allows

And most of all:
✅ I will strive to be present, open, and humble — and to honour the beautiful world you are helping birth.

You don’t have to say yes.
But if you do — know this old Boomer is ready to learn, to move, and to feel the bass with grace.

With love, curiosity, and deep respect,
[Your Boomer’s Name Here — now going by “Starlight Geraldine” / “DJ Grandpop” / “Moonbeam Karen” or similar]

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P.S. If you could show me how to use that app that makes the stars move across the sky, I’d be grateful. I have much to unlearn — and much more to feel.

https://ko-fi.com/windsofuranus