Too much nostalgia

Too many memories, too much nostalgia.  I sometimes wonder if women rush down memory lane more than men do –  or is it just me?

Yesterday started so well.  I met up with a friend at Hampton Court for coffee and – if I might say – a stunning cake – and had a lovely chat. Then I pottered round Hampton Court gardens and amazed myself in the maze ( I found the middle and the way out without much trouble!) then returned home!

All still going well I set off on the dreaded exercise on my bike – still good.  My ride invariably takes me past the family house, where my Dad lived and Alex and I also owned a share.  I am fine with this. No problems at all.

Except yesterday – since the refurbishment of the bit Alex and I owned is now complete – I stopped to have a look round inside!!   Now on a scale of 1 – 10 of good ideas where 1 is bad – I scored 0!    The builders tactfully kept out of the way.  Off I went down memory lane.  Thoughts flooded over me like a burst dam!!  The flat looks stunning.  Truly beautiful.  But Oh Dear – not good for my state of mind.  Just as well I was on my own!  Every room brought back happy memories!  Even if some of the rooms now look so different.

Actually one of the reasons I went in is my brother is going to have an ‘open day’ for all the neighbours – which he suggested I could come to!!!!  Bless him – he really doesn’t know what he’s saying some of the time – Hello – I am actually one of the owners!!!!  And if he had a grain of sense he’d realise (as the builders did) that I probably needed to go round on my own.  Without everyone watching my every reaction!  All too deeply personal to be doing it in front of an audience.

So I cycled home in a state of misery – considering the ‘Mine’ and basically thoroughly upset!

Maybe I just had to bang the final nail into that particular coffin.  I know it did have to be done at some point.  It’s just doing it was tough!  And  I wish I wasn’t so ‘addicted’ to nostalgia!!

So even though  I spent the evening doing a few things on the goals list  my heart wasn’t really in it.  And the feeling hasn’t gone this morning……

Today is Life Coaching

6 thoughts on “Too much nostalgia

  1. It’s not just women. I drove by a “Home Depot” store a few weeks ago. It’s at that store where I told first told X that I was glad she was in my life. That was over yrs ago. Driving past that, the memories of her face when I said it and (it was the way I phrased it)…her saying that it was one of the nicest things anyone had ever told her. Instantly that flashes in my mind and next thing you know, the tears are flowing.
    So….Damn Nostalgia and sentimentality.!!!

  2. Not pleasant. I’m very pleased you enjoyed your coffee and cake with your friend. As to revisiting your old home. The first time is the worst, of course, so at least you’ve got that out of the way and will be more ready for it next time. In your case, setbacks are inevitable, but so is your ultimate discovery of yourself and of what you are capable.

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