I feel like I got on the wrong train twenty some-odd years ago...
and now I can't get off.
The train I'm referring to is my career.
I had a few opportunities to switch trains along the way, but I choose to stay on board that first train for way too long, for all the wrong reasons.
Actually, I guess it wasn't the first train, but now that I think of it, I made the mistake of staying on that first train (as a shipping clerk for a small manufacturing company) rather than switching to another (an apprentice welder) way back when.
I did finally jump from that shipping clerk train to the "drop zone bum" train which I thoroughly enjoyed riding for almost two years. Hobo life has its rewards...
Then I made the smart move (?) of jumping that train to finish college.
Then I got on the DataFlow train.
I could have jumped that train for the air traffic controller train, but I allowed myself to be convinced that I was on the right train and should ride it a while. And ride it a while I did - a long while - too long a while. By the time I finally got off that train, I was so far down the tracks that there was no turning back. There was supposed to be a pot of gold at the end of those tracks, and there was for some, but all I got was a handful of coins.
Why didn't I jump that train sooner? Dumb reasons....
Visions of glory...
Fear...
Doing the wrong things for the right reasons...
Trains...
When I was a little kid, my father gave me a wonderful train set. One night while I was away, my mother destroyed it.
Trains...
...looks like I'm about out of steam for today...
Trains...
maybe there's still a switch that can be thrown somewhere just around the bend...
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Posted by David at February 13, 2006 10:39 PM