Really… I didn’t. Or so I’ve learned.

So I’m getting asked by my ex-ol’ lady why I feel I haven’t accomplished anything. Outside of the realization the other day that I really didn’t have any goals, she was puzzled why I could feel like I squandered 30 years. Then she started rattling off her list of things that I’ve done, and I guess I tend to agree. I’ve completed 2 degrees, started 2 more. Had 2 beautiful little girls, who are both happy and healthy, bought a house, drive a nice car (those last two I’m not really considering accomplishments, but her materialistic-self does). I’ve got a good and solid career, and I make good money.

Just wanted to make it clear that while I sat there being a complete ass to anyone who mentioned “birthday” around me while I wallowed in my remembrance of 30 years, that I guess I shouldn’t have, I have accomplished some things, and I should be thankful for that.

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