“Nostalgia. It’s delicate, but potent. In Greek, nostalgia literally means ‘the pain from an old wound.’ It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship. It’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels – around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.” – Don Draper, Mad Men
It’s Good Friday, and I’m feeling reflective. As I write this, the world is experiencing very strange and trying times as we navigate the horrific COVID-19 pandemic. I’ve rarely left my house in the past month, gotten laid off from my part-time PR agency job, and had to deal with my anxiety, which has been the highest it has in years.
One of the symptoms of my anxiety is insomnia and bad sleep. I’ll wake in the middle of the night and be deluged with thoughts. Worries about the uncertainty all of us are facing. Reflections about my life. Ideas for what I can do to continue growing my business. And they keep me up for hours.
Last night was no different. But the topic of choice for my sleepless thoughts was the fact that I live in the past, and I need to stop.