As much as we may not enjoy it, I think our species is hard-wired for change.
We start changing as soon as we are born and our changes are generally praised by the adults that surround us: our first steps, our first words, our first changes. In order to survive, we have to change. We have to learn how to take our first breath of air, give our first yell and learn to signal we are hungry or thirsty before we can do anything. And then we learn to walk, and play nicely with others, and share, and learn to learn. All changes.
And then something happens and we begin to think about change less as something ordinary, and normal, and a part of ageing and time passing, and of being human and, instead, something with a capital C. And we go into the workplace where we have other capitalised terms like Change Management and Change Curves and Change Agents. And it all sounds so sophisticated and important that I think we end up thinking it is something special and unusual. And management lament when we are poor at change and we believe that some of us are better at change and some of us are change averse and somewhere else upon the change curve than we ought to be. But no matter how adroit we and and others believe us to be at it, each and every one of us is changing with every second that ticks past.
I am about to change the city in which I live. And the country. And my job. And what it mostly comes down to is packing one box at a time and appreciating that, for every one thing I bid goodbye, its equal and opposite hello lies in wait.
Whatever change may bring, one thing is certain: change will happen whether we like it or not.