Departures

I've been dealing with a lot of "departures" lately. I mean in the real sense of departing, with friends and officemates leaving for greener pastures mostly. A longtime friend who never liked traveling in the first place suddenly uprooted herself to relocate and play housewife. Another good friend found himself growing up and needing to plan for his future family. And finally, my seeming protege on senior citizens issues, eventually grabbed an opportunity to further her elderly expertise.There is some degree of sadness - that feeling of having been left behind which I never really liked. I'm know I am "rotting" where I am right now, and I hate every minute I am forced to stay here. That is probably why I have begun thinking about making my own "escape" as well. Comfort Zones are never really good for you. You bask in the familiar never realizing you are slowly drying up your brain tissues. You lose your enthusiasm, your passion, and your creative juices no longer flow. As the saying goes, a rolling stone doesn't grow moss.I am heading for the Pre-Departure Area soon.