My old corporate life was packed in boxes, and stored in the balcony outside the kitchen. For 7 years they lurked there. A few weeks ago, finally I went through them all and threw them out. There were hundreds of business cards from offices all over the world. There were training material, my assessment reports, security access cards…
I cut them all, shred the print outs, and dumped them.
Looking through some old agendas, I did not even remember I had done all that, nor I had accomplished so much. I saw my old salary statements and wished I had the same income today.
I cried. I could not control the tears. It was as if this part of my life was ripped out from me before I had time to grab a bandaid for the wound. Blood gushed out. And then it was no more.