There was once a chance I didn’t take. Yes, back when I finished college, I wanted to be a journalist. But somehow I didn’t seem to have the guts to pursue that. I was ‘impressed’ by someone who told me how hard it was – and I gave up too easily. Maybe, I would have been a good journalist – who knows?
A Chance I Didn’t Take
Do I have regrets about this? We all have regrets, but deep within I’m very happy at the place I am right now. And I’m here writing. aren’t I? That’s what I liked about being a journalist – the writing. However, I took the long road to doing this – a long sometimes hard, but never boring road. I worked for two tyre companies as a secretary to the branch managers – although I didn’t know shorthand and was just learning to type! Both offered me permanent jobs, which I didn’t take. I then moved to a start-up project of a hotel from a well-respected chain – worked in the HR Department as an Assistant. I got an offer to be trained at their School of Management but the hospitality industry was not my cup of tea. I then moved to a Bank – stayed for seven years – enjoyed it. Then opted out…..Moved to an NGO, then did my Masters in English! Moved then to teaching and then on to training – worked in another multinational bank and then set up my own training company.
The story goes on – I kept reinventing myself…and enjoyed each new avatar. So here I am now an ex-banker, an ex-teacher, a training professional and magically – a writer. Life comes the full circle, doesn’t it?
“All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Somewhere down the line I’ve realized that everyone of these experiences, or shall we call them experiments, have taught me a lot – about the world, about myself, skills………
Are there chances you didn’t take? Do you regret doing that?
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Every choice we make changes us. If we live with regret, we rob the joy in the moment.
Oh, yes! No point living in regret.
No regrets, no looking back,
no road-not-taken vibe,
no lamenting at the lack
of place within the writers’ tribe.
No sadness at not being
the novelist I hoped to be,
for sadness blocks the seeing
of all the grace surrounding me,
the grace that comes from letting go
the striving and ambition,
the only path I truly know
on which I truly listen
to the God of whom I’m part
in the beating of my heart.
Beautiful, as always, Andrew. I appreciate this so much!
Jumping in from #FMF: how sweet to see how all those different paths led you back to the writing you’d always loved. The Lord’s ways are so kind!
His ways are kind, indeed. Praying for you and your family, Stacy.
There are so many chances I didn’t take! I can relate to having many jobs and job offers through the years. I have had chance after chance. I do think my path has been planned by God thought, and I’m doing what I’m meant to do for now. There are always years ahead for other things! I think you are a wonderful “journalist” now here at your blog! I love the visual appeal of it and the writing too!
Jennifer, FMF