I'm lucky enough where I live that I get to experience the change of seasons. This can be good and bad, depending on your attitude toward inclement weather, particularly snow. But the snow melts, and eventually it gets beautiful and green around here. The weather gets warmer, we get heat waves, and the cooler weather starts to sound nice again.

The funny thing is that as one gets older, I've found, the changing itself can get kind of constant. I still look forward to spring, and summer, fall, and winter, but I know they're coming. Sometimes a surprise comes, like a freak snow storm, or warm weather in December, that's a nice change. But I know that come this December I'll likely be shoveling snow.

This goes for other things in life as well. You're in a situation in which new things come your way, novelties that require new attention, but there's always more of them. I don't think everyone looks at it this way, of course. Sometimes, a more substantial change is needed.

Right now I'm trying to decide just how substantial that should be. I'm thinking about my job in this case. Do I want to move? I kind of do, but I don't. I'm looking at something that would just be a different building, and I look at it with both excitement and apprehension. I think I'm ready for something different.

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