From Cassettes to AI: A Millennial's Tale

We scribbled homework on the bus, learned from boredom, and now raise humans with healing hearts. This one’s for us - the resilient Millennials.

Lately, I keep hearing all this talk - Millennials, Gen Z, Gen Alpha. I’ll be honest, I can’t keep up with all the lingo. But it got me thinking about my own tribe - the generation I proudly belong to.

I’m a proud Millennial, born in the 1980s. Proud, because I think we’ve truly seen it all - from the no-media phase, to the one-TV-in-the-house phase, to today, where everyone walks around with a screen in hand.


We learned to turn boredom into creativity. We had the perfect cartoons. We weren’t confused about who we were. Sure, we sat in ignorant oblivion - but we used our brains and felt everything with heart. We didn’t have AI to do our homework, or even Google to rescue us. We relied on each other. I still remember scribbling homework on the school bus!


We knew what respect meant. We knew when to talk, and when not to. We weren’t perfect - but we loved deeply. We didn’t have therapy, but we trusted our family and friends.

And even now, we’re on our own - navigating healing, parenting, marriage, identity. We’re trying to raise a better generation in a world that sometimes feels like too much. Even with all the resources available today, we don’t just sit back and enjoy the ride.

We rebuild, rewire, and keep showing up - for the future, or the generations people give absurd names to.

I don’t know…

We try, and try, and try not to make the same mistakes our parents did. We reparent ourselves, heal our broken parts, fix what was once ignored - so we can break the cycle. And then we parent Gen Alpha and beyond with more awareness, intention, and grace.

We’re not just surviving - we’re rewriting the rules.

We’re not just parenting - we’re healing generations.

And if you ask me?

Millennials aren’t just “trying their best.”

We’re quietly changing the world, one home at a time.


So, fellow Millennial - stand tall. We’re the bridge and the builders.


Still rewinding life like a cassette tape,

Yours Truly,

Nancy Kavin.

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