So, I'm sitting in my Friday evening class (Masters program)…Everyone is going through their work accomplishments in the meet-and-great segment, and then it comes to me, and I got nothing. Nothing of consequence, anyway.
It hit me that "my time" has passed.
Going on 34-years old, the odds of me hitting it big, making the "big difference", or "changing the world", have passed me by. I can be a good husband, or a good father, I can make a difference in my own small circles, but making big history-book-worthy differences are all but impossible.
That shouldn't be a bad thing, but where I am and where I hoped I'd be aren't even on the same track. It's no one's fault but my own – not studious enough in school, not adventurous enough in experience seeking, not aggressive enough in post-College job searching, and not ambitious enough to jump-jobs to seek out new opportunities.
