Getting Good, Just to Say Goodbye

Think of an analogy linking the changing of the seasons, specifically from summer to fall, to a calm and meditative-like reflection on work and on life, because that’s probably how a piece like this should start. But honestly, it’s not my personality. Or perhaps it is and I just haven’t discovered it yet.

It’s that time of the year. When the air becomes chilly and the leaves start to make their descent, scattering the roads with an assortment of yellows, and oranges, and reds. But I’m fooling no one if I try to say that the changing of the seasons has anything to do with…