Who Moved My Cheese?
If that’s not exactly how life is, I don’t know what is! A friend of mine suggested that I read this since it’s only like an hour read. I did. I enjoyed it. And sadly, saw myself as Hem. I mean, sometimes I can see change coming and flow with it, but most of the time, I don’t want to let go. I love the comfortable things in life. The old tried and trues, I suppose. What I realize now is that maybe we all hold onto these old feelings and behaviors because we’re scared of the maze. Scared we’ll never find that new cheese that has to be out there. I’ve never been good in the maze and I’m not sure I’ll ever get to the point where I enjoy it like Haw did, but damn, I would love to be more like Haw. I’ll have to work on that.
Who Moved My Cheese? An Amazing Way to Deal with Change in Your Work and in Your Life
December 15th, 2003 at 8:52 am
What I find contentious is the whole notion that we’re all rats in a maze, that there is no other reality. And morons are reading this book and thinking it’s okay to capriciously play with people’s lives under the guise that they’re just moving the cheese and people should be prepared for it.
But what if you don’t want to be a rat and don’t want to play in a maze? There’s no way to deal with people who take that point of view.