Over the last weeks, I've had some very strange, vivid dreams. Some tied to my distant past, even including my parents. Some were not so far back, including some work acquaintances, including bosses and situations from 33 and 18 years ago.
Others, more recent, including most recent history. Still, none were as terrifying as in the past; ie. Making quota or falling behind.
Still, it encapsulated my own time line with no partners mentioned.
Perhaps I have reached a degree of acceptance. All my failures, all my losses, all my changes.... Nothing mattered any more.
Might this have been the turning point in my life? Accepting failed jobs and relationships, permitting me to finally move On?
I'll have to wait and see
