18 years after my graduation, I just (March 2020) returned to Harvard Business School to teach a mindfulness workshop. The night before, I had a deeply emotional experience.
HBS is on the opposite side of the Charles River from the Harvard campus. That evening, I walked across the bridge to the Harvard side, sat on a bench and looked at the HBS campus where I spent two years.
I experienced a deep sense of gratitude to be back. It is such a special place. When I was there, I don't think I had the time to reflect and appreciate that. 18 years later, I was struck by such clarity that it actually brought me to tears.
Why does it often take us so long to see what is right in front of us?