24 February 2007
Today I opened a card from someone I used to work with. Not someone in my direct department or area. I probably interacted with this person once a month. he wrote a note to wish me well and expressed hope that i was doing okay.
that's when another wave hit me.
I didn't get to say goodbye to people in "normal" ways.
and i'm mad about that.
You know how you leave a job on good terms and can come back and visit and enjoy a "reunion" of sorts with people you used to see everyday?
That's not on offer.
In fact, I'm not even interested in going back into the workplace, because I don't want to risk running in to some of the people I feel are responsible for the decisions.
So I've been telling God that I'm angry about it. It doesn't feel fair. (I know, life isn't fair.)
Truthfully, this grieves me. Partially because it indicates that I still have to forgive people and let go of the situation.
And that tires me.
I wish I didn't care.
#1 Debbie, Perth, Scotland.
#2 also Perth. Beth doesn't like this photo but I think it's cool.
#3 Karla nearly getting pounded by the waves in Bally-something, Northern Ireland.)