It’s not important who moved my cheese, since it wasn’t really a person who moved it. It is important to realize and accept that it has moved and it’s time to go back into the maze and find new cheese. What am I talking about? A book that I’ve thought about often, before even having read it: Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson, M.D. The title in itself is a mantra-of-a-sort for me. The book is an easy read…as in, I read it in about an hour or so. So simple. So true. I’ve been impressed with the message and I will never forget it.
It is basically about four characters, 2 of them being mice (Hem and Haw), who love cheese (insert anything that you love or want to succeed at for your cheese). They have an abundance of cheese and then one day realize that it has moved, and how they each deal with it. One refuses to acknowledge the change. One tries to figure out how to find new cheese and the process he goes through in venturing out into the maze to find new cheese. The other characters (Sniff and Scurry) have learned how to anticipate change and use it to their advantage.
What is your cheese? Work? A relationship? Etc.
My cheese, in this post, are auction customers. As you know, I had been focusing on shows until February and therefore haven’t been selling from the auction sites…which were once my main venue, along with my web site. Upon returning to auction after having been away for nine months I realized that someone moved my cheese and I don’t know if I have the energy to explore how to build it back up or if it can be built back up. Do I need to continue further into the maze to find new cheese or keep searching for my old cheese. I sense I need to move on.
Did that make sense? More on who moved MY cheese in the days to come. Would you like to watch me work through this process? Ah, reality blogging at its best. Watch me writhe in the struggle.