I’m reading this book Who Moved My Cheese? few years later than the general public. In case you’ve not heard of it, it’s a book about change told through simple story of 4 characters; two mice and two Littlepeople. I’ve tried retelling the story to my colleagues but clearly my version of the story lacks conviction, so I’d rather you get/download/borrow a copy and read it for yourself. It’ll be a worthwhile 30 minutes investment for your life.
So, today I moved my Cheese.
Am I afraid that I am making a bad decision? Yes.
What would I do if I wasn’t afraid? Made that decision.
Hence, I moved my Cheese.
Change is often unwelcome, especially if it requires you to make major adjustments in life. Even as adventurous as I am, I have been in the situation where I got so comfortable with things that I was immune to the stench of the stale cheese, and when my Cheese got moved it hit me pretty hard.* Looking back I should have seen the signs. But that’s the beauty of life, nothing is ever wasted; mistakes become valuable lessons. I think I am now less afraid of going to the uncharted territory than to face the repercussion of holding on to old cheese.* So yes, I sealing this in prayer and setting sail.