Selective Memory
Sometimes I really dislike only remembering the good bits of times past. Although it’s nice to reflect on these times, it also provides a really distorted view of what I’m going to experience in the future.
During my time at my first summer job, things got tough. It was busy, the hours were long, and I had to work really hard - I was exhausted from all of the work and longed for an easier time. In fact, I longed for the previous job I had, where it seemed like all I would do is walk around and talk to a good friend of mine, while putting out products.
Wrong.
Fast forward to going back to my previous job. It’s busy, the hours are sometimes long (although, not always), and I have to work really hard. And I’m exhausted.
I’m not afraid of hard work - I just wish I knew it was coming.