It’s
interesting, what sticks with you over time. It isn’t always what you expect.
This week,
for the first time in over three years, I returned to the pizza store where my
wife and I used to work. Colleen had just been cured of lactose intolerance and
we were celebrating with lots of cheese.
We were
both uncertain as to what would be dredged up in our memories as we returned.
While it makes the best pizza we know of, that store was a source of great
stress for both of us – so much so that it led us to quit, in spite of the fact
that we generally enjoyed the work itself and were very attached to the place.
Entering
the store as a customer (for the first time), I expected to be flooded with
reminders of all the negativity that led to me quitting. Instead, I was
surprised to find that, instead, I was remembering all the good times I’d had
there. A few of the more entertaining bad memories surfaced, but my mind just
glazed over them. Colleen reported much the same. That’s nostalgia for you.
It’s nice
to get flooded with positive when you’re expecting negative. I wonder if that’s
just how our brains work – with it being easier to remember the good than the
bad, as long as it was from long enough ago. Hmm... Now I must do some research
into that.
Oh, and the
pizza was excellent. Coming from someone who spent five years treating making
pizzas as an art, that’s saying something.
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