So, we’re moving offices and I am, for the first time in 20 years, going to have a window. Every time I think about it, I get a little choked up. I got to look out my potential window this week and there were daffodils.
I’ve been cleaning out my office, both of old files we don’t need anymore and of my personal stuff, most of which I’m bringing home. I don’t need so many things to look at when I have a window.
Lots of change these days. It’s funny. I don’t feel like I’m having a mid-life crisis, but that my whole life is having a midlife crisis around me.
My grandma turned 98 yesterday. I think she has mixed feelings about it.
And I admit that there are times, myself, when I’m like, so, well, this is it.
I just wish we were kinder to each other, you know?