Curtain Call

This is it. The end.

Everyone is either gone or in the process of being gone. I am sitting here surveying the scene, remembering what was, contemplating what will be. And I've come to a very simply realization:

Things change.

If you don't accept that things change, if you fight the change, you're screwed. Because really? The change is happening whether or not you throw a hissy hit or a temper tantrum, whether you get depressed and cry or face it all with a cheery face.

This change is inevitable.

So here it is. The last bow. The curtain is falling. We are done. Things have ended.

The new show is about to begin.