When I first heard I was resistant to change I honestly couldn't figure out what in the double jeopardy this person was talking about. Who me? Resistant to change? —oh, this person, forget not having the slightest inkling of what change looks like in its dress down clothes; this one here knows nothing about getting along just fine with mood swings.
Change for me is not leap-frogging from one software program to the next, trying to figure out the differences between the old and new program. And it's not hop-scotching from one social forum to the next. That, to me, feels like an attention deficit. Or maybe...let's see how I can squander time doing the same function ten different ways. Now, while I can hang with a person who changes topics mid-sentence, talks throughout a movie, and each visit is showing me up with a new trinket, or this total new flair, moving around me like a tornado on speed...I am still reluctant to see this as change... at least in a constructive way.
Change for me is not leap-frogging from one software program to the next, trying to figure out the differences between the old and new program. And it's not hop-scotching from one social forum to the next. That, to me, feels like an attention deficit. Or maybe...let's see how I can squander time doing the same function ten different ways. Now, while I can hang with a person who changes topics mid-sentence, talks throughout a movie, and each visit is showing me up with a new trinket, or this total new flair, moving around me like a tornado on speed...I am still reluctant to see this as change... at least in a constructive way.