Change and Me

Talking about my own fight with this mess, I show how these ideas are keeping me steady and strong.

Back in April 2017, I attended a change readiness workshop my company encouraged us to join. I wasn't sure what to expect. But it ended up turning things around for me. The speaker gave us a list of some books to read, and one I still think about is Neuroscience for Organizational Change by Hilary Scarlett. It’s full of smart ideas for handling work chaos. There, I found SPACES—like a guide when everything’s falling apart.

Now, I’m stuck in some tough stuff—some of you might know what I mean. So I grabbed my old notes from that time, and I’ve been thinking hard about how SPACES can get me through. Maybe it helps you too. Here’s what’s in my head as I fight this change with all I’ve got. If you’re in same mess, maybe this gives you something to hold onto.

Security - I’m trying to figure out what’s up with my job—does it change, stay, or just disappear? I need to know: Where do I stand in this new mess? What’s coming next? I’m asking around, pushing for answers, anything to feel less lost.

Purpose - Been wondering: How my work connects to this new company’s big goals? When I link my daily grind to their plans, it’s like I’m not just floating around. Even when everything’s crazy, I tell myself, “I matter here.”

Autonomy - I want to keep some control, even just a little—maybe more if I can. Thinking to talk with new bosses, say, “Hey, I’ve got ideas, let me help fix this.” Feels good knowing I can still push my way, even now.

Certainty - Man, I just want someone to tell me straight. I’m asking for schedules, updates on systems, anything about how these new people do things. More I know, less I’m stuck guessing—and that’s a relief.

Equity - Watching close—how’s this hitting my work, my chances? Has to feel right, or it’s trouble. If I see something unfair, I’ll speak up—calm but sure, through right ways. Fairness counts.

Social Connection - New people matter to me now. I will jump into whatever meetings or trainings they set up, trying to get along with them while sticking with my old team too. Those ties? They keep me going.

I keep telling myself: Change isn’t fast, it’s a long fight. I’m pushing through it, bit by bit, trying not to lose it and hoping I come out okay. Some days, I’m a mess—others, I manage. I’m getting there, slow. And you, reading this—I know you can too. We’re not alone.