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!