The beginning of the year marked a small change in my life. This change is certainly nothing major or earth-shattering, probably nothing to truly write home about, but still, it’s a change. Now, I’m not one of those folks who resists change at all costs. In fact, I tend to embrace change as often as possible; I like the fresh perspective change can bring. This doesn’t mean I really like change - I don’t particularly - but it does mean I’m somewhat flexible, which I suppose is a good thing.
At the beginning of December, Boss-Man and I discussed my schedule. He suggested a new one, and I, at the time, half-heartedly agreed to it. At first I was hesitant. I mean, I really liked my schedule the way it was. I got to work early and didn’t have to stay too terribly late. I felt productive and I liked the quiet-time the early mornings afforded me, as well as the time to catch up on things and figure out my plan of attack for the day.
But, when I really thought about it, Boss-Man’s schedule change suggestion wasn’t really all that awful. Come in 30 minutes later in the morning and stay 30 minutes later at night. Big deal, right? A few extra minutes of sleep in the morning, a little bit less stress, plus the added bonus of being able to drop Boy-Child off at school personally and spend just ten extra minutes with him each day. So, what started as a little bit of a bummer, turned into something pretty good.
We haven’t had too much time to put this new schedule (any portion of it) into practice, and I know it will take me a little time to get used to it, but I’m trying to think positive. And really, just because someone moved my cheese (a very worthy read, by the way) does not mean my world is coming to an end. See? I can totally be flexible.
I'm sure you're very proud.