When I walk into work tomorrow, my org will officially have a new name. My org is 60 years old, and this will be its 3rd name but I have only known it by its former name for 15 years. I’m anticipating taking cheat sheets to meetings so I get it right.
Tomorrow we also officially launch our new website. This is the first website in 15 years that I have not managed or overseen.
And in mid-September, we will transition from our home-grown reporting system to a more robust CRM platform. I didn’t build the home-grown system, but I was responsible for nurturing it over the last 15 years.
I could make all of these changes about me and how it feels a tiny bit like I’m being erased, but that is foolish and myopic. Change happens. It comes whether we want it or not. And it is often bittersweet.
That’s what I leave you with: change is bittersweet, yet inevitable. Maybe it is its inevitability that makes it bittersweet. Change and the march of progress don’t care about feelings or length of time served. They are unsympathetic forces that just happen.
I think that is supposed to make me feel better?