During school you can count on the school bus to hit the speed bump in front of my house at full throttle at 7:15 in the morning. Much to the delight of the little kids on board. At 8:30 three rural route carriers pull out from behind the Post Office, heading in different directions. And at 9:00 sharp the mail is sitting in the P.O. Boxes with the Alamo faithful waiting and gossiping.
I see these things nearly every day from the bay window in my home office. I grew up in a much larger metropolitan area. So the adjustment to small town living was a bit frustrating. But I have adapted and won’t have it any other way.
The way you adjust to change is pretty much the same way. You can either resist it or you can “adapt and overcome”. Rather it’s a change in policy, or different co-workers, or just plain going old; things change. Maturity breeds wisdom. In my case, I usually have to be dragged along for the ride. But in order to grew change has to happen. In order to reap a harvest, the seed must change. Life moves, it abhors stagnation. Remember this advice from a citified/country boy.