Who Moved My Cheese?

Ah, change. I’ve never been a fan of it myself. Just ask any person who knows me: My hair stands on end at even the slightest hint of my cheese being moved. To wit, I’ve made my bed every morning before doing anything else since I could tuck in the blankets. I use the same laundry detergent and dryer sheets my mother used when I was a kid (Tide and Bounce, respectively). Whenever I get a new car (which, in the past 20 years, has happened exactly three times including the car I drive today), I lament the giving away of the old car and typically capture our last moments together with a commemorative picture in which I am splayed with arms akimbo across the hood. When someone (read: my poor husband) comes in at the end of a long day at the office and casually empties his pockets on a book shelf in our TV room, within 60 seconds of his arrival, I relocate all items (i.e., keys, wallet, Blackberry, those little golf pencils) to their designated resting place in the basket on the front hallway table. And although I experienced the ultimate life change about 15 months ago when I had my daughter (sidebar: seriously, people may try and warn you about how your life will change, but it doesn’t really sink in until you are up at 3 a.m. with a crying infant covered in spit up, and dreaming of the days when you used to tuck in with the latest issue of US magazine before drifting peacefully off to sleep), I still managed to revert back to some of my old, and shall we say, worse habits as soon as I had gotten a partial handle on the motherhood thing. Even when I make resolutions at the new year or in the fall (which, as you know from my last blog post, I’m a big fan of), I require this specifically designated time of year to make the changes and would never, ever decide to, say, drink more water or eat more fruit willy-nilly in—horrors!—April. In fact, I am so change averse that I simply try and avoid it altogether, walking past it like it’s an unfortunate-looking throw pillow or a bad pair of shoes.

However, truth be told, we (and I actively include myself in this group) could all use a little sprugging up, a mental shaking out of the proverbial cobwebs, a freshening up, if you will, of the old sheets of life. So, I’m seriously considering putting myself and my cheese out there for the moving this Wednesday night, September 29, at The Arts Council of Princeton for the “Lasting Change” seminar with life coach Martha Wright. From 7 p.m. to 9 p.m., Martha—who is a Princeton resident with 20 years of motivational training experience for Fortune 500 companies under her belt and can, no doubt, handle with ease someone as change-allergic as me—will share her P.O.V. on how to create lasting and positive change. And from what I’ve been told, she does it without passing any kind of judgment or making you feel mortified at your own shortcomings, but simply by asking you to state your goals, recognize the obstacles that might be standing in your way (my pathological need to straighten up the entire house before I sit down to do my work or go to bed at night, perhaps?), and to take the leap of faith required to go along for the change-filled ride.

Lasting and positive change that will bring me gobs of freedom and personal power, huh? Sounds like it’s time for your dear editor to turn over a new leaf. Just as long as it doesn’t mean I have to stop using Tide. Tickets are $30 in advance and $35 at the door (cash or check only). The Arts Council of Princeton, 102 Witherspoon Street, Princeton; 609.924.8777, artscouncilofprinceton.org, or wrightlifecoach.com.

Jennifer Henderson is the editor of Princeton Scoop online and a freelance writer who has worked for several magazines, including Vanity Fair, Talk, W, and New Jersey Life. She lives in Princeton with her husband, daughter, and chocolate Labrador. She welcomes any inside scoop on what to do and see in the area. E-mail her at jennifer@princetonscoop.com.

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