Every day's a School Day

I always thought that I was a glutton for change.  I thrive on the learning that comes from taking the experience from situation number 1, applying it to situation number 2, seeing whether it gives the expected result and altering my approach accordingly.  Change may as well be my middle name.  Or so I thought, until a recent reorganisation left me feeling less than positive about the new landscaoe that was being drawn.

In a challenging, new corporate environment I had been merrily filling a sheryl-shaped void for the last 18 months, bringing light and delight to one and all (ok, maybe not all).  But suddenly it felt as though my world, and everything familiar was being turned on its head.  Things were changing and I was no longer calling the shots when it came to my place in that world.  Not sure where exactly I was, or presently am, on the change curve, but my initial reaction was to fight this feeling of a lack of control, with the need to take control.  So I insisted on certain outcomes, and even considered resigning altogether - in short, hurling my toys out of the pram and onto the nursery floor, hitting a few of the other children and one of the nursery teachers on the way down.

A wise owl told me to be patient, don't do anything rash, give people time before making snap judgements.  And they were absolutely right.  Why I made such a fuss in the first place I really don't know.  And even if my worst fears come to fruition, I can always do something about it.  So worrying about the change is surely wasted energy.  This I have learnt today.