How would you measure your life? Money? Education? Job? Children? Journey? Allow me to choose a ladder. Yes. That kind of ladder. A ladder that climbs somewhere, well, up there. On my ladder each rung will represent something of significance.
Here’s the problem. What determines significance? What if I set a limit of, say, only 20 or 30 or a few dozen rungs to the ladder?
Now it gets complicated.
Not only do I have to identify something of significance for each rung on the ladder, but I’m also required to determine what events, moments, or periods in my life that won’t be valuable enough to get a spot on the ladder.
My childhood could be described as normal and uneventful except for all the abnormalities and events. Three younger brothers; two with birth defects, one severe. Otherwise, mostly a normal life in a small town where summers were filled with baseball and bicycles, and fall, winter, and spring were filled with school.
Adulthood began with a job in broadcasting that was enhanced by a tour in the Army and multiple jobs overseas; also in broadcasting. Add to that marriage and a child and a career and then another career in sales and then various jobs teaching English. More career choices? Or, difficulty keeping a job?
Experience has taught me that adulthood is the great equalizer. Some of the smarter kids from high school went nowhere– career wise or education wise– while those of us who struggled just to exit from high school grabbed multiple careers as the learning process continued well into adulthood.
Along the way was divorce, single parenthood, more and more jobs, multiple careers added to the list, another marriage (with a long and enduring friendship), more children, and, yes, a growing number of grandchildren. Religion became an important part of life, too, and has helped create rungs on the ladder and helped in the effort to climb the ladder.
Did I ever settle down?
Sorry. No. Nothing improves without change so as I climbed the ladder more career options and personal opportunities were partaken, children were raised, and more rungs were added to the ladder of my life.
When will it end?
When I stop climbing.
Where will it end?
On the last rung.