It's not that I ignore or don't like my past.
On the contrary. I like to tell about past actions, funny or sad or embarrasing ones, about cool people I met or cool stuff I did, etc.
But it's not a dwelling on thing - it's more like telling stories. I very much prefer the actual moment.
Then, sometimes, rarely actually, I have a kind of crystal-clear second where I wonder:
where the heck has time gone?
It happened just this week. I needed information that, at least I thought so, an ex-boss of mine would be able to help me with. He wasn't, but he gave me his daughter's phone number because he thought that she would be able to help.
While dialing her number, I realized that, in my mind, I still saw her as a kindergartner because the last time I saw her was while she visited her dad in the office and she was small. Like kindergarten small. I told her so, when she answered her phone, and we laughed hard. No, she said, kindergarten was quite some time ago. Now it's more about university.
Oh my, what to add? Nothing, right? It's just that it seemed like yesterday...