As the kids would say, "OMG!"

So here I am turning this journal into a blog.

What's with the title? It's what I could think of right now. Part of the reason for doing this is to put into words and reflect on the passage I'm making. A "not quite" baby boomer--no the other end, a pre-baby boomer--I'll probably not do a fulltime corporate gig again, but I want to work, want to be engaged, and probably never will be ready for the rocking chair.

There isn't a category for us. I'm a so-called "senior citizen," but I've never liked the term and don't feel particularly "senior" to anyone. Damn straight I'll take the discounts though.

There's life and talent left, but I'm pretty sure that I am beyond "having potential." Funny that. You seem to spend your life getting ready to "realize your potential" and then pffft! you're suddenly past that and you start to wonder what the hell you did. So I'm the "not quite" old guy now.

I've outlived both parents by a lot, but I'm still only a half dozen years or so younger than their now deceased siblings when they died. So I'm still flailing around inside of the question about who I am now. It's different than what I do, which right now is some pro-bono consulting work with a couple of non-profits, a little teaching, and writing copy for, of all things, independent funeral homes.

So, if you care to follow this, that's where I'll be going with it. Musing on making this passage.