There were a lot of things I said I'd never do. I'd never have kids. I'd never turn into one of those moms who brag about their kids. I'd never buy a Kindle. Which just goes to show, you should never say never.

Once again, I'm shattering one of my "never's" -- writing publicly about stuff that is on my mind. After viewing countless blogs about moms and artistes and other people who make stuff, I knew there wasn't really anything I could bring to the table. Then I decided, there's so much noise out there, no one will ever read my drivel anyhow, and it's good exercise for my brain. Which is diminishing in capability as we speak. So, what the hell. I'll write for myself. If anyone finds my blog and has any interest in it or me, you're welcome to take a peek into my off-the-wall mind. (I work with disclaimers a lot, so I feel compelled to get this all out from the start.)

I am a baby boomer. On the younger side, but I still qualify. My mother managed to get all six of us into the Baby Boomer generation (my brother was born in 1964, at the tail end.) We seem to be going out of fashion, as will happen with an aging generation. I was in a Marketing meeting a couple of months ago, and they showed a graph with the number of people in each generation: Baby Boomer, Gen-X and Gen-Y. The latter two lines ran across the page in a relatively straight line. The Baby Boomer line took a slow but steady dip downward. We may not be dropping like flies, but we are definitely dropping. It was a sobering moment for me. How important is the stuff I do or the stuff I own if I'm just part of a graph with a line that's heading south? I started to think about the Baby Boomers who are no longer "whinneying" with us. (Obscure reference to A Child's Christmas in Wales.) Two of the Beatles. One of the Monkees. Don Grady (Robbie Douglas from My Three Sons).

Okay, so much for pulling Debbie Downer out of the mothballs. I decided it's time for me to do. Start working out in earnest. Lose a little weight. Eat a little better. Write a little blog. Smell a few more flowers and let go of some of baggage I've been lugging around. So here I am. We'll see how long my resolve sticks around.

And, yes, Have a Nice Day.