Showing posts with label cheese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cheese. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

I lost my Cheese: An indepth exploration of "Who moved my Cheese?" and how it relates to me.

Who moved my Cheese is an inspirational parable about change and how to deal with it. The Cheese represents happiness and well-being. Little people live in the Maze and have to find the Cheese. One day they stumble upon Cheese Station C, which is full of cheese. They live their happily, until one day the Cheese is gone. One person refuses to believe that things have changed, while the other gets over his fears and makes his way back into the Maze. After searching for a long while, he finds Cheese Station N, where he and his mouse friends stay happily.

How does this relate to me?

First, what is my Cheese? Happiness, obviously. But what kind of happiness? Security? Love? Friendship? All of these. Security mostly though. The security of an enviroment where I feel safe. High school used to be where my Cheese was, which is odd. I used to hate it. But now I'm out of high school, so I have to find new cheese in college. Which means that I need to find a secure and safe place for me here.

What other Cheese is there?

Again security, but this time in the form of money. I am broke. I used to have a good job with a steady income, but I lost that Cheese. So I now need to find new Cheese in the form of work. Luckily I'm fairly sure that I've gotten the job at Starbucks, so that's okay.

I'm also looking for Cheese in the form of theatre. I would like to be a part of theatre again, like I was in high school. I'm really not liking Cy-Fair so much. I don't feel like I'm learning anything. While I understand that this is the thirteenth grade, I'm still disappointed. But there will be shows next semester, so there's always that.

So, I've realized what my Cheese is/was. And I know how to find it. By overcoming my fears, and running the maze again. It's going to be harder this time, because I'm used to the Cheese being brought to me. The Cheese would just fall into my lap. The first is recognizing the problem, though, so I'm ready to start running.

Once you change what you believe, you change what you do.