There is a place in my head where I occasionally spend time contemplating what my life has become.
Living the middle-aged dream; kids, nice house, sports car in the garage and a comfortable administrative job that allows me the freedom to do something that I enjoy for a bi-weekly pay cheque. Not bad by most standards, but the idea that there may be more for me out there persists; the mighty “What If”
One day, not so long ago I was in that aforementioned head-space when I came to this conclusion:
I am where I am due to the decisions I have made for myself. These decisions have all been based on the totally selfish idea of doing what is best for ME.
My wife was/is a good decision, my children are a mind-numbing pain in the rear quarters, however, good or bad, I can not imagine life without them.
My Job, home, cars and other peripheral distractions are all part of the core decisions I have made for myself. Given the chance to hitch a ride with Dr. Who and go back to chat with my 23 year-old self, the only advice I would provide is buy Apple stock and maybe lay off the fries
Sappy? Maybe, but I have always chosen what is best for me at the moment the choice was presented and that is how I ended up here.
Here is a good place, or at least it could be worse, right?
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