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Perhaps I’m even too late to hold onto what I have. The ground has shifted around us, bodies have been replaced, new directions forged.

And my allies at work? One by one, they’re retiring, leaving none to vouch for me, as the politicking and backstabbing ensues.

Should I fear what comes next? Perhaps. But Allah has always looked after me. So hold fast. I’ve been through these uncertainties over and over.

If there is any constant in public services, it’s that you live your life forever on edge, never settled, your role always in doubt, finances teetering on the edge.

I’m twenty-one years in at this stage, but I can’t say you ever get used to it. Still, I have outlived numerous CEOs and their execs. Perhaps I will weather the storm.

And, if not, perhaps it’s time for a change anyway.  I always did want to be a gardener. Who knows what the future has in store?