Still kicking myself over the last job, how much time I spent there.

But why? That was a lesson. That is never going to happen again.

The commute, the atmosphere…. There were many people there that were amazing, but it wasn’t me.

I don’t blame anywhere there, or me, for the year duration of essential disquietude and displeasure.

Now, I celebrate the lesson and grow. See possibilities and reference my notes from that time.

That’s what we need to do, serious — Never grieve the past but celebrate it. Study it. Learn, be a student, the you from the past and the past itself are invaluable teachers.

Gaze in a forward plane, and there I’m demanding it remain. Gratitude as a word is overused, but the action… the embodiment from that year, that’s what I’m perpetuating.

No more kicking, but embracing. A celebration narration and elevation.

Why do we choose to punish ourselves so frequently from our choices. Why don’t we see our actions whether correct or opposite as singular sages?

Something to focus on, fix, but we need to fix where our focus is. Celebration over grievance and complain.

Elevation over low self-estimation and declination.

It’s as simple as a choice, sight, perspective, practice.

That’s what I’ve learned, and am still learning.