I had this idea following TheCatWoman's question about career v job. Older people might feel poignant about a past lost in the mists of Time. Regret is human but can be destructive. It can also lead to enlightening insights. I think of my working life as a string of pearls rather than a single diamond solitaire. It was not the job alone, but people I worked with, homes I had during each period and what I learned about myself as a result. What are your experiences?
