I Was Fine Being a Baby Boomer

Simply Flava | A Seasoned SoulZ Reflection

I was born in 1960, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve identified as a Baby Boomer. That made sense to me. It fit the timeline, the culture, the world I grew up in. I was raised in an era when you respected your elders, worked for what you wanted, and said what you meant.

Then today, I stumbled across something called Generation Jones—apparently, those of us born between 1954 and 1965 are no longer “real” Boomers but some new label wedged in between Baby Boomers and Gen X. And honestly? I’m not sure how I feel about that.

To me, it sounds like another man-made shift—someone deciding we need to slice generations thinner and thinner until everyone’s got their own label. I understand the sociology behind it, but I can’t say I embrace it. I was perfectly fine where I was.

I came up during the tail end of the Boomer years, watching the world move from black-and-white TVs to color, from payphones to cell phones. I’ve seen values change, family structures bend, and technology take over conversations that used to happen face-to-face. But through it all, I’ve never stopped carrying that Baby Boomer sense of grit, loyalty, and drive.

Call it whatever you want—Boomer, Jones, or in-between—I know what shaped me.

I was taught to show up, to care about my word, to take pride in my work, and to keep my faith steady no matter how wild the world gets.

So no, I don’t need a new title to define me.

I’m proud of the era that raised me, proud of the lessons that molded me, and confident enough to say—

I was fine being a Baby Boomer.