I have found that I am not a very nostalgic person. Most people love to reminisce about good memories and fun events that have happened in the past. I practically go out of my way to avoid thinking about this stuff. I am fully aware that is probably not the best thing to do from an emotional standpoint, but I always think: “…that memory cannot be repeated again – it’s gone, so move on.” This sort of logic goes back to a previous blog about how I enjoy the process more than the result.
I was single for a very long time, so I was alone a lot of my early adult life and that gave me a lot of time to think about everything – all the time. I don’t mind being alone, but I don’t like being lonely – there’s a clear distinction there. When you are alone for long periods of time your brain can go down thought paths that are, shall we say, “less than desirable”. Thinking about yourself all the time is not healthy from a physical or emotional standpoint – you also fail to realize that while you worry about what other people think, they are doing the same thing, so many times everybody is stuck in the same boat, rowing with only one oar to guide them.
The crazy thing is that many times the good memories did turn bad, because after I thought about them and remembered them I would be stuck right back in the same place – thinking about myself. This vicious cycle kept repeating. I am happily married now, with two wonderful kids who take up much of my time – and that is the best thing that ever happened to me because it finally freed me from worrying and thinking about myself all the time. It’s cliche, but you really do find out what is important.
I think it is very important to be vulnerable from time to time, but it should be done in moderation, just like anything else.