So…after 19 years, it reappears. No, I’m not talking about the cicada. I’m talking about my early ’90’s dream job.
It was not the best of times, and not the worst of times, but it wasn’t the time to act on my own and that grieved me for some time afterward. When you are married and you have agreed to make decisions together, it sometimes works that way….or, I should say, doesn’t work at all. Struggles of will. Struggles of reality versus selfishness. Unfortunately, selfishness won that day. It also was a prelude to her actions later; suffice to say, I am now a single man, though not of my initial choosing.
And after all that time passed, I rarely thought of that incredible missed opportunity. After all, we must forgive if we desire to live healthy lives.
So…yesterday, I was online and…there she was again, my missed opportunity. Silence for 19 years, then suddenly, when I myself am in position to pursue it, it becomes a possibility. Is it a miracle? Is it a foreshadowing? Or, has my path gone beyond this now?