So… apparently I made a whole video about not being a Boomer and somehow backed straight into a full-on “Hi, my name is Rick and I have Daddy Issues” moment. Didn’t quite see that one coming when I poured the first drink.

I’ll be honest with you (because if you’re here, you’re the inner circle and I kinda have to): this one was a 7 out of 10 at best for me. Not terrible, not genius. Just solidly in that “I’m proud I finished it but also slightly annoyed at myself” zone.

Once I finally got rolling, it was fun (ish)… but in the edit I realized I’d basically made two different videos and duct-taped them together — one about “I am NOT a Boomer” and one about “my father and I had… a vibe.” On paper they felt like the same story. On screen? They kind of kept taking turns trying to be the main character.

Part of why I released it anyway is exactly because of that mess: this is what midlife-plus identity actually looks like. It’s not clean. It’s not tidy. It’s you swearing you’re not your father while accidentally delivering a 9-minute closing argument proving the opposite.

From a pure craft point of view, I can see all the seams: the B-story that might actually be the A-story, the theme that doesn’t land as cleanly as I wanted, the “oh yeah, that line was definitely written by a man who just wanted the video DONE.”

But the other reason I hit publish is that I need to get back into the rhythm of making things, not just endlessly “improving” them in my head. This video is me stretching rusty muscles in public. It’s me letting you see the version that’s good, not perfect, and figuring out in real time how to better weave “Boomer label” and “father stuff” together in future episodes.

Consider this one a slightly crooked first brick in the wall — or, knowing me, the first step toward accidentally building a bunker.