Seafoam green...

is gone. Now it's pine forest green.
I like it.
Almost as much as my tree.

Who Moved My Cheese?!?!

I used to see that phrase on posters all over the walls of my workplace. The posters were bright and colorful-predominately purple, the lettering big & yellow,in the center was a table with a big block of cheese sitting on it. As I would pass these posters on my way in or out, I never really paid much attention to anything other than the title. I'd sometimes think to myself.."who cares who moved your cheese" or if I was in a rather feisty mood, I might have snickered to myself..."you mean who cut the cheese?" I never stopped to take the time to read the small print on these posters. Occasionally, I'd see it in the employee newsletter-- another session! sign up quick! I eventually gathered that that saying had to do with change and it was a class being offered to help people learn to deal with it.

The last few weeks this saying has been popping in and out of my head. After a couple of times, I realized it and started to think about it. Then I started to think back over the last year or so of my life. In doing that, I became amazed at how much, just in the last year, my life has changed. Some changes were small, others were huge. This is just a sample of my changes:

In the last year, I aquired two of the most adoreable, sweet, fun, loving, little weiner-dogs. Those two alone have changed my life tenfold! In the last year, I also got married. That changed not only my NAME that I've known for the last 35 years of my life, but it also changed other aspects of me--the goals I set, reasons why I work so damn many hours, my decision making and time management. Realizing that I am not all alone in this journey, my decisions and actions affect another person now. I've also, in the last year, gone from throwing my monthly rents down someone else's drain, to owning my own home. That changed me in so many different ways-- I've become a landowner, a gardener, a weed puller, a raker, a poop-picker-upper, a painter, a plumber. In the last year, I quit bellydancing 2-4 nights a week--that changed many things, mainly the availability of seeing my friends, my sisters, my support, and my sanctuary. Though that change was sad, it also has given me the balance I was lacking so that now I can enjoy my friends, my sisters, my support, my sanctuary. Most recently, within this last year, I quit smoking. That's a huge change in itself-especially for me. Probably one of the biggest and hardest yet.

Looking at all of these changes, these changes that have occured just in the last year, I think I've dealt with it well. I've realized that I changed into an adult. An adult that has responsibilities, goals, dreams, a wonderful husband, fantastic friends, and so much more. I now enjoy cleaning my house, pulling weeds, trimming endless shrubs and trees. I ENJOY dancing again at my one night a week dance class. I enjoy being able to breathe easier. All of these changes happened and I'm glad that they did. I still have no idea what cheese has to do with change, but who knows, maybe they'll offer that class again and maybe I'll sign up.