Yesterday I spoke about the book Who Moved My Cheese? and said I’m adaptable to change. That’s true–when the change is forced upon me. I don’t really resist, I just jump in with both feet and think about how to follow through later. Not the most responsible strategy, to be sure. But I experience very little stress or discomfort when the decision is made for me. I just jump. One of my coworkers said recently, “This organization (the school district) likes to build a plane and fly it at the same time.” That’s how I am with change that is imposed on me. Unfortunately.
I also, unfortunately, think it makes me frustrating to the people around me. We are experiencing some major changes in our school and our district, and people vent and complain. A lot. More than once, I have been asked by a coworker, “Are you just completely stressed this year?” They want me to say, yes, I’m stressed, it’s not just you, I can’t handle it. But if I’m being honest, I say, “No, I’m fine. This year, for me, is so much better than last year!” It probably peeves them.
Who Moved My Cheese? doesn’t talk about initiating change. In that regard, I sit and stew and stall. And stall. And stall. I’m not at all scared of things changing. I’m terrified of changing things. But then, I find myself wishing for change, but completely ignoring the fact that I could change something. I just wait for change to happen to me. Sometimes under the pretense of something noble, like “letting God work in His own time.” A lovely sentiment, and a good concept to consider, but not always a good reason to keep from making a choice.
I didn’t particularly need this book. I need a book called How to Move the Cheese. 🙂 There is one question in this book that would be helpful for me to ponder: What would you do if you weren’t afraid?
I quote this song a lot in regards to change, and I’m quoting it again:
Foolishly I fall into the obvious pattern of it all.
Carelessly I stall, thinking change was just a friend that never called.
“London (Foolishly)” by Nick Jonas