So I’ve been writing (slowly) about my journey from confused M.B.A. grad to corporate worker who was in a rut looking at thirty. Then I left you hanging. For like a month. Or more.
Then this week, the Facebook timeline reminded me that it was 10 years ago this month that I changed the path I was on. And when I saw that, I sat back in my chair. Wow. I can’t believe it’s been 10 years since I started down a new path. And so of course, that spurred me to finish this story. Continue reading “How I Ended Up Here (Or Finding My Path), Part 3”
Last week I told part 1 of my journey. What I didn’t write was that I had already started down a path. A path I would eventually diverge from, which would lead me to where I am now. But at this point in the story, I am in my mid-twenties. I just finished the M.B.A. program and began walking down a path that
Life is a journey, not a destination. It’s a cliché, but it’s a cliché for a reason—because it’s true. For some of us, the journey just happens to take more turns, with occasional switchbacks, u-turns, or backtracking after reaching a dead-ends. My journey has sometimes gone in a spiral, or at least seems to.
Then again, maybe I’m taking the journey metaphor a bit too far.
Anyway, now that I am firmly in my mid-life (whether or not I like or admit it), I am constantly amazed how time has flown by because it seems just yesterday I was getting ready to graduate college. Really, weren’t we *just* getting ready for the millennium? But as I reflect over the past couple decades, I thought I might share with you how I ended up where I am.