The Road Not Taken. No, I’m not going to critique the poem by Robert Frost. But I am going to explore decisions made and not made in my personal life ever so briefly.
The Road Not Taken
The other day at work, I eavesdropped on a conversation being had between two younger, fresh-out-of-college ladies. They talked about careers and how they want to advance and get into other areas of our field. They also made note, shrewdly I might add, how older people seem to be content with the current job we are all doing and not looking to move up the ladder.
This got me to thinking about choices and decisions. More specifically, some of the choices I had made in my life. An example of this entered my brain of when I first became sober in the early 1990s. I was married to someone else at the time, we had no children, we were living here in Alabama. But he had decided to take a job in Indiana.
I had a choice to make. Without getting into all the details and the why’s and how’s and all that crap, I decided to stay here. So, we split up.
Now, what if I had chosen to go to Indiana with him and stay married to him? What would my life be like today? I tried to imagine that scenario and I didn’t like it. It was just fleeting thoughts. I no longer have regrets and I don’t reflect morbidly anymore.
These were just thoughts that entered my head while I was listening to those young peoples conversation. I am glad I made the choices I did back then. I am happy with my life today.
There was a time in my life that I did regret not staying in the Navy to retire. I used to obsess about that when I was in my mid-30s. But now? I’m like, eh. It is what it is and I thank GOD for looking out for me and his unanswered prayers.
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