Like a lot of people, I don’t much like change. Particularly when it’s sprung on me without notice and for no apparently good reason, and when it involves work or other inconveniences on my part.
So it wasn’t something I’d have ever thought to do, but yesterday afternoon, approximately an hour before people were due to come over for board games and while our house was still kind of a bombsite, my partner started moving couches and TV cabinets and things around.
My partner is one of those people who is always getting ideas about how to make things better. Frankly, a lot of the time this pisses me off. My personality is to accept things the way they are and get on with life, because I’ve got too much else I want to do to be bothered fiddling.
There are pros and cons to both approaches, but I’m not one who’ll rearrange the furniture on a whim when there’s a bunch of other stuff that urgently needs doing.
The sequence of responses that I went through is probably familiar to a lot of people, including anyone who works in the scarily-named field of ‘Change Management’ (which is a thing at my work.)
- Shocked disbelief – I go out for five minutes and come back and he’s rearranging the furniture?
- Resentment – don’t expect me to help, I’m not doing my back in for your stupid notions of continual improvement of our living space
- Panic/anger – this is awful we will never get everything done in time
- Curiosity – oh that actually is starting to look okay
- Joy! Now I have a view from my writing desk where before I had none.
Next time I find myself in the shock/resentment/anger phase I’ll TRY to remind myself that joy might just be the outcome!