Who moved my cheese?

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Who Moved My Cheese? 
Dr Spencer Johnson



If you don't change you can become extinct! 

What would you do if you're not afraid?

Better late than never.

Being in the uncomfortable zone is much better than staying in the cheese-less situation .

Smell the cheese often so you know when it is getting old.

Movement in new direction helps find new cheese.

When you stop being afraid you feel good.

The quicker you let go of old cheese, the sooner you find new cheese.

See what you're doing wrong, laugh at it, change and do better. 

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