What is it about us humans that makes us seek comfort so fruitlessly? There is no such thing as a comfort zone. At best, it's short-lived. It is not a lofty goal. Change is constant. We all know these things in our heads -- but our little robot bodies still hold out hope. I love my new job. I'm happy. After only two months, two key executives have resigned. New leadership will come. In the meantime we go along as we have been and hope for the best. It happens so often that you accept a job with a certain situation and then the circumstances change. We face the unknown. Yet, even before this happened, a job is still only one day at a time. Discomfort is a state of mind. I don't have to choose it. But the little two-year-old who lurks in the back of my brain is stomping her little feet and sad to say good-bye to a wonderful boss. Hopefully soon she will be distracted by something bright and shiny. As Bob's mom used to say when she was trying to divert his attention from something negative -- "look at the kitty!" And he'd start searching for a kitty. Good plan.
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