Not to get too inside baseball about how I do this here blog, but on Wednesdays I either post something I wrote years ago or something based on what I’ve written before — hence the “Written in Past Lives” tag.
Unless there’s something specific that I know I want to revisit, I basically just poke through my old stuff to see if there’s something that grabs my attention.
Which brings me to last August.
Suzi and I went to Maine last August.
We visited the Portland waterfront, pondered why more places don’t sell both pizza and ice cream, took an late-afternoon stroll at the beach right before a thunderstorm and went to our first ballgame at Hadlock Field in Portland in 12 years … way too long.
And then, on the Tuesday after we got back, I was told I’d be out of a job in two weeks.
I was actually startled to see this.
It’s not like I don’t remember it — after all, I lived it, and it was a pretty big deal — but my brain was more “Hey, let’s see what I wrote about last August” and then “Oh yeah … that.”
But I thought about it some more, it occurred to me that while I was on that vacation — which also included a day trip to western Massachusetts — the wheels were already in motion for me to be let go once I got back.
Also, that vacation would be the last truly carefree time I would have for months. It’s not like I’ve been living in a constant state of panic since then, far from it, but it’s always … there.
And, at the time, I had no idea.
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It’s easy to look at photos and think ‘I clearly had no idea what the future would hold at that point’. I often look at mine in that way. There will be better days though and hopefully you’ll look back on this post and will be pleased you’re in a better place in time.
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It’s painful to look at past photos for me right now! I long for those days. Hope things look up for you, hang in there!
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