Growing up, I was involved in everything. You name the sport, band, or spelling bee and I was in it. I’ve got more trophies than my mom’s attic knows what to do with. And although I pride myself for there being quite a few first place and runner ups, I scratch my head looking back on how they even fit the word “PARTICIPATION” on that small, plastic, gold-colored plate on the front of those things.
I already know what you’re thinking, “Another article about the millennials, how lazy we are (Yes, I’m one too), and our belief that we deserve a trophy just for showing up.” Well, against the world’s habitually overused rhetoric that has plagued our entire generation all because of a stupid plastic trophy sitting in a box in an attic, I’m here with a different message.Read More