The other day, as we pondered my current daily dilemma, a longtime friend reminded me: “You could have been somebody.”
I was dumbfounded.
Nah, not really. It was referring to my career: They were “grooming me for success.” At the time, it all sounded so impressive. But know what? Even then I knew it wasn’t about me; it was gray suits squeezing out their pound of flesh. (But, oh, for that flesh, I was collecting copious cool cash.)
So this week, as we talked about the could-haves and would-haves, my old pal and I delighted that I deserted downtown to develop a dwelling. If I ever regret not climbing the corporate ladder, there are two important things to consider: (A) I raised a godly daughter; and (B) I raised another godly daughter. This is the stuff of eternity. Somehow, supervising secretaries and selling silly stuff pales in comparison.
Sure, I had an office. But now I have a whole house. I had skills in business. But now I have skills in a lot more than that! I had a good income. But now I have a crown of righteousness.
While we’re at it, with the current economic woes, there’s certainly no guarantee I would have progressed onward and upward. In fact, before I quit working there was a major recession that set me back a notch.
I will toss into the ring that being a secular slave wasn’t entirely for naught: it taught me lots of things I’ve been using all these years.
But yes, life is full of irony: the girls are grown, and here I am, back in the diaper den! …Weird. …Yes, indeed—sometimes I do think privately, “I could have been somebody!”