Who Moved My Cheese Reflection

The story Who Moved My Cheese has revealed to me an amazing way to cope with adjustments that will occur throughout my life. A big change is coming soon. I will be graduating in May and I need to find my way through the maze so I can succeed in the changing times. I can see now that my cheese is getting old and I will soon need to adapt to new cheese in my professional life. I will be searching through the maze trying to find my cheese also known as my happiness. My cheese consists of owning my own accounting firm, buying me a big house, owning a nice car and getting married so I can start my own family.

A question asked in the story was “how many here are afraid of change?” (Johnson 80). I can honestly say that I am afraid of change. In a

I knew the change was coming soon because when I first enrolled into this university she became sick. All I wanted was for her to make it to my college graduation but my grandmother told me she wasn’t going to. But I myself being in denial I didn’t want believe her and I refused to see what was happening right in front of my face. She was going to die rather I chose to believe it or not. So I guess I can consider myself like hem too. Hem denies and resists change as he fears it will lead to something worse. When the doctors told us she had 72 hours to live I refuse to believe anything that they were saying. I thought that losing the most important person to not only me but my family would lead to our family falling apart. Instead it brought us together closer as a family. I thought that I would drop out of school but yet I’m still here pursing my second

I was afraid to stay an extra year to obtain my second degree. I was scared that my great grandmother wouldn’t be able to see me graduate because as the years went by she got sicker. I was out here trying to focus on my education and my family wouldn’t tell me rather or not she was getting better or worse. They wanted me to stay focused on what was in front of me. I was supposed to graduate May 2015 with my degree in accounting but I decided not to be afraid and I picked up my degree in management with the mind set she would hang in for one more year. That summer I went home to be with my family and she died on June 22, 2015. I was depressed and angry with myself because if I would have decided to graduate and not pursue my second degree she would have been around to see me obtain my degree. I could have showed her that I made it like she always said I would. I wanted her to be proud of me. I took a lost but when I realized although she is not with my physically she is still with me in heart. I know she is looking down on me proud as ever and when I graduate this May she will be with me walking the