The gift in letting go
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The gift in letting go

My first full-time job out of school was with a well-known bank.

For some unknown reason they made me the office typist.

Given I had no idea how to type, it was indeed puzzling and rather stress-inducing.

Those clanky typewriters weren’t the easiest to navigate.

Liquid Paper became my best friend. I spent a lot of time drying my mistakes. They weren’t hard to track.

This was all before I had to organise the mail to take to the post office at 3.30 pm.

These were the days when carbon paper ruled and employees could openly smoke in front of customers!!

As I take a pause to catch up with where I am today, I’m reminded that every experience we have is a stepping stone.

To where? becomes the river of life.

Some we experience for a reason, some a season, some a lifetime.

We get to decide if any are wasted.

The key to our future is often to be found in letting go.