Regrets
I’ve never deleted a post from the site before, and somehow I can’t quite bring myself to do so now. But I am moving the previous post below the fold, because I don’t want to have to look at it. I feel like a real schmuck, and I need to find a way to move beyond both feeling miserable and feeling bad for feeling miserable.
The colleague to whom I referred is a fantastic guy, and he deserves nothing less than what he’s received. I’m just suffering a bad case of “why not me?” And that’s unfair, to both of us.
So the previous post is remaining on the site, for my sins, but is moving off this page, for my sanity.
And I’m going to be writing more about this in the coming days. Because I’m in the process of developing a pretty good sense of why-not-me, and it bespeaks the need for some serious changes in direction, on my part.
In the meantime, there’s good Irish whiskey to be drunk.
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