It’s my 3rd week into work, and although I cannot say that I am loving it, neither can I say that I am not not enjoying it. Trawling through old news can prove to be very sobering. Especially when I am reminded of where I was and what I was doing at that point in time.
Reminiscing about the past is a (bad) habit of mine. When it stops me from going on. Perhaps I am an escapist. I like to hide in the old and the familiar. It feels safer there. Yet time marches on.
You cannot fight the graying of the skies.