The only constant in life is change. It may be a bit of an oxymoron, but that doesn’t make it any less true. I am reminded of this constantly at work. We are in the middle of a mass exodus, as my teammates move on to other opportunities outside the agency or are transfered to other work units within the agency. Someone I’ve worked with for six years has just packed the last of his things and carted them over to another building. I am one of three people left from the day I started eight years ago. In a way I feel like I’m in an old fashioned western – call it “The Last Man Standing.” Time continues to pass and things continue to change, but tomorrow is still another day. Although wary of past changes gone bad, I am buoyed the ones that have beaten the rap of cynical expectations.

I’ve got next.