Change is as predictable as the clothes you wore this morning.
Ever used one of those clunky old desktop PCs from the pre-Windows or pre-Mac era? Well, I have. In fact, the first ever PC that my Dad bought only had a 16 Color display and a monitor that looked so much like the skull of a Dinosaur. It came with a floppy disk drive and no hard drive. And the floppies (as they used to call it) looked and felt so much like postcards with their middles eaten out by mice. And in terms of storage, you could probably store about half a slice of cheese on each of those.
On top of that, it was powered by snails and woodpeckers on the inside (meaning it was slow enough to send a Bear into instant hibernation and noisy enough to wake it back up again).
I was really young at the time, but I did eventually learn to use it. It did mean having to undergo a steep learning curve every few years to avoid having the term “obsolete technology” stamped across my forehead. But it was definitely worth it.
Change (the good variety) is progress. Change is growth. On the other hand, refusing to change is not much different to throwing a fit in a marathon with 20,000 runners right behind you.
