The point of this blog was going to be about my lunch today with one of my former co-workers and how odd it was talking to him about the old job, the new job, and then attempting to talk about causal things. However, while looking for the perfect picture, which is my childhood house, I realized that I could not remember the address.
I spent 15 years in that house pictured above. It was not the most pleasant part of my life and I wasted no time to get as far away from it when the first chance presented itself. But the fact that it has been 6 years since I last stepped foot in that house still seems unreal to me. The house was sold to a new family three years ago and I guess I regret that I never had the time to make my peace with it.
But after my lunch today, I am not sure making peace with the past is really as therapeutic as people say. Today at lunch my co-worker, who was actually a supervisor, kept saying “We don’t need to post-mortem why you left.” But isn’t that the point of seeing old co-workers who remain at a job against what you think is their best interests?
While I do not doubt that some can find peace by revisiting and having that feeling of conquering the past, I now realize that I am sure as hell not one of those people.
As far as I am concerned, the past can stay in the past and it should only be used as a learning tool to protect yourself from the same mistakes in the future. Nothing more, nothing less.
No comments:
Post a Comment