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I've had the unexpected pleasure of being around young ones this week.

Which is great, I like our young people. They're super cool, enthusiastic, excitable and full of fun.

And questions.

Lots of questions.  Which is cool.  I love questions.

Because they're just emotions dressed up in a tuxedo.  And you know how much I love emotions.  

But anyhou, teenage questions are different to adult questions.  The end result is the same but the process is different.  As an adult I squish and squeeze, touch and poke your emotions until we get the right fit but when I am dealing with teenagers my process is different because the questions are different.  

Or different-ish.

What's your position on teenage drinking?

Have you ever had a one night stand?

Well, ok then.  Let's just skip to the good bits.

But seriously, whenever these questions come up I remember the awesome relationship I had with my Poppa and what he would say to me when I was navigating through my younger years.

And, with the benefit of hindsight, which in case you're wondering is always 20/20 vision, Pops had these rules that he lived his life by and his first rule was this...

Don't give advice.  Tell stories.

I have lots of stories.

Don't judge.  Everyone's trying to get it right.

I have that one covered.  Pot, kettle and grimy come to mind.

Don't lie.  Don't pretend you were better in your past than what you were.

I don't like this one quite as much.  I'm a cool adult but I prefer not to talk about all the times I was less than cool.  But again, cool is in your head because I still have zero interest in being seen in the right places, with the right people, wearing the right clothes. So, maybe I'm still not cool. Think more Retro Fab.

Don't swear.

Ok, that's a fail.

Be empowered.

Ok, well that word hadn't been invented when Pops was alive but he taught me to be strong in what I believed in and not take any sh*te.  Again, not quite his words.

But what I remember the most is that he always had my back and if I didn't get it right one day, then it was ok.  

There was always another day.  

And another great story.

Wishing you much love and abundance and a truly courageous heart.

T and Spirit