Starting a New Job

I really want to blog, but have no ideas what to write about.  I could write about how Tino has become too smart for his own good.  (He has finally learned how to escape.  He is almost in the same league as Houdini.  Though it allows him to make some new neighborhood friends, it about gives me a heart attack just thinking about the "what ifs".  If he gets much smarter, he may just ruin the privilege of going out in the outdoor cat area, for him and for the others.) 

Even though I already kinda blogged about that, I don't want to write an entire blog entry about my cats yet again. 

When cats don't make good blog fodder, I guess that leaves work.  In the last 13 plus years I have been at work, never has there been this much upheaval and change.  Change is certain, necessary, and anxiety producing.  Especially for me.  Change scares me.  It forces me to come outside of my comfort zone.  I have created a nice little, sheltered box for myself and to venture outside of that box is much like an agoraphobic exiting their house for the first time.  I feel like I can't breath; my tummy turns flip;, I want to run away back inside never to emerge again. 

But without change, there is no growth.  Growing and learning is fun and exiting!  It keeps work interesting, and these changes have the potential to help me do my job even better.  In the meantime, I feel like I am starting over at a new job.  And maybe, I won't be as good at my new job as I was at my old one.