This morning I woke up thinking about change.
By breakfast I was telling my so of 29 years that there might not be a year 30.
Nothing puts the "oh" in our oatmeal like a breakfast conversation about leaving.
Change is good. It's going to happen because of and inspite of our 5 year plans. Some of it's expected. Some happens because of hard work. Some change happens because of bad luck or bad timing.
Then there is the change that sheer force of will or denial we refuse to see until it's grabbed us by the collar and yelled in our face. So close it finally is that you can feel it's breath. "I will not be ignored." it says. And finally it won't be.