As an undergrad, my goal was to pursue a Phd., find a professorship somewhere and spend my years teaching and writing history.
It was a passion. It’s all I wanted to do.
That dream was sidelined when I unwisely chose to get married just before graduation. Before I was to take my GRE, my wife became pregnant and I was forced to give up my academic dream and found a real job.
Divorced 20 years later, I resented my x-wife for being the catalyst for quitting my career in academia.
But, now I think I should be thanking her. If not for her these psychotic nutjobs would be my colleagues.
Believe me,
you ain’t missing nothing.
It’s easy for me to say, I know, but it’s never too late to be what you might have been (those are not my words, but the name of who wrote this fails me at the moment).