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Yesterday’s gone…yesterday’s gone!

That’s part of the refrain from Fleetwood Mac’s Don’t Stop (Thinking about tomorrow).

As someone who is PLAGUED by second guessing, it’s a perfect mantra.  I over analyze.  But I’m getting better at letting the past be the past, taking what I can as “lesson learned” and moving on.

One thing five plus decades has taught me is that most of the time it’s not personal; it’s circumstantial.

I had an encounter with a former colleague who brought up something about the company we had worked for and I’ll admit, I was probably too abrupt, but I said, “The past is the past.  Giving it any energy is just counter-productive.  And I’m just not interested. It doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

And while I was abrupt, and sincerely didn’t mean to hurt any feelings, it was a liberating moment for me.  I was speaking my truth.  I truly wasn’t interested.  It had ceased to be emotional for me.  It was delegated to a long history that was of lesser interest than what the future had in store.

Unless I live until 103 years of age, the days ahead of me are fewer than the days behind me.  I want the days ahead of me to be better than the days behind me.

Carpe Diem my beloveds – Carpe Diem!

6 Responses to Yesterday’s gone…yesterday’s gone!

  1. Linda Shillingburg says:

    Dawn–as always, you are spot on. I needed to hear this today–and, probably most days–as I can get WAY too bogged down in the should have, could have, would haves. Thanks for posting.

  2. Linda says:

    AMEN, Sister!

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  4. Traci Browne says:

    I’m glad you tweeted this one out again today Dawn…perfect timing! Although, as Linda said (to paraphrase) would have been perfect timing just about any day lately. Must somehow embed this advice into my brain.

    • Dawn says:

      Hi Traci, I knew someone who would ritualize letting go of something by writing all his thoughts, emotions, in a sort of flow of consciousness. He would fill the page, rip it off the legal pad, take it outside, light the page on fire, drop it in the grill, and say a formal “goodbye” to the issue. Said it was amazingly effective. I’ve not done that, but when I find myself twisting on something that is not getting me anywhere, I try to recognize it, and then look for a productive activity to “distract” me.

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