Vol IV: #5 Grateful For Time
In the words of Cher… If I could turn back time, if I could find a way. I wouldn’t waste all the time saying boo-hoo.
Throughout my twenties and most of my thirties, I bemoaned my life. I worked and waited for a life-changing experience, a big break, or for someone to recognize then reward my greatness. And that moment never came. By my mid-thirties, I was mired in self-pity and believed I was a loser. All of the data said as much. I had no career or savings or wife. My stomach hung over my belt and I had more bad habits than a puppy.
I’d been to counseling and read three Brene Brown books. All worth while pursuits. But I was still stuck.
And now, at 42, I’m very happy to be where I am. My stats haven’t changed much- my bank account is still small and my belly is my truest friend. But…I am rich in time, in seconds, minutes, and hours. And thanks to another career move, I’m going to use every strip of my time to write and learn and be the me I always wanted to be. As the Lord willed it, I am the person I was looking for. I am the one who recognized my greatness and decided to reward it. And I can’t help but believe it’s all part of a master plan. That the Lord has allowed me to fail and kept me from marriage for a purpose far beyond my vision.
Thank you, Jesus. For keeping me stuck, held by the scruff, and gluing my feet to this path.
