Today I worked my last day at a company I loved.
Last days are supposed to be easy. Somebody encouraged me to just come in and watch cartoons. But I worked furiously because I want to be able to remember working hard on my last day. In the long run it’s something I know I’ll be happy I did.
Memory lasts a heck of a long time. And if I choose poorly, I will either forget (a loss) or remember (a pain) my failure.
I’d rather remember with joy as many of the details of as many of the hours as possible – without much wasted time. Being aware that I’m consciously writing my own history has helped me to act better in the present: to be more dutiful, kinder, fairer, more generous, more fun, more adventurous.
Make the kind of memories you want to live with in the future. Use as much of your present as well as you can, and you’ll have made sources of strength from the days past.