Baby-boomer report: Getting ready to turn 64 in less than two weeks

I don't have anything profound to share as I get ready to turn 64-years-old in less than two weeks.  I'm a member of the first class of baby-boomers born in 1946 right after the end of World War II when my dad came home from the South Pacific.

I'm now able to view life with some perspective.  I remember lots and I've forgotten lots.  I remember when having a television was a big deal and I remember when cars had more sheet metal than most armored vehicles in Iraq.  I remember the Kennedy-Nixon television debate and I remember the shock of the Kennedy assiassination as I watched it in black and white on television.

I even remember when Michigan State University went to the Rose Bowl with a coach named Duffy Daugherty and was in the stands when they played Notre Dame to a controversial tie game.

My personal highlights would be filled with lots of jobs that I liked for the most part, a mom who led a purpose-driven life, twenty-four aunts and uncles on my mom's side who I always didn't appreciate fully at the time, a dad that left more questions than answers, a wife of almost 30 years who has been a God-given gift to me, my two kids who have added new layers of meaning to my life, my new grandson who I look forward to getting to know and much more.

What's next?  What's left to do?

I'm not sure I have a profound answer.  Life is lived daily and it's lived locally.  That's where the important stuff happens, I feel.  What does that mean?  In the next few days, I hope to use this space to sort some of that out.

Do I still have a purpose for living?  You bet.  And I will as long as I'm breathing.  I'm in the process of deciding what to leave on my plate and what to take off.