I hate change.

What happens when a person who hates change gets so uncomfortable that they have to change, whether they like it or not? I don't know, but I'm about to find out.

Most people say they hate change, but they don't really mean it. I really mean it. I like doing exactly the same exercise routine every time (assuming I do it at all, that is). I bought my apartment 12 years ago, and since then I have moved one chair, from one side of the living room to the other. And that was only because the red chair didn't grow and I did. After owning my first car for 10 years I finally bought another one. Did I mention that I bought the same make and model? I'm very happy with it. I really stretched myself by getting a different color. And my hairstylist knows enough not to even suggest layers or curls, or any different style. She gently discusses whether I can cope with the idea of cutting it 1/2" shorter this time.

So given how much I hate change, it's pretty funny that on the same day I finally decided to commit to enrolling in VLI, I also accepted a transfer at work. As it turns out, both interviews occurred within one hour. Help! Too much change! I think the universe is tipping!

What brought me to the state where something had to change? Ironically, it's sort of VLI's fault that I ended up in VLI. After reading The Heavenly Man (recommended in a VLI intensive I audited last year), I became less and less satisfied with giving God my leftovers. I realized that work had taken over my life, and in a sense needed to be demoted. I'm hoping that I'll enjoy my new job much more than my last one, which was unbearable, however the new one is very demanding. Somehow, I'm going to have to learn how to steer a balance between being a professional, and a workaholic; between supporting the project team, and the other human beings in my life.