There are no medals on trophies on the mantel (not that we have a mantel). No plaques or blue ribbons (or ribbons of any kind). No book spines with my name on it, and nary a byline in print. No titles like M.D., PhD, or whatever else is out there.
No accolades or recognized accomplishments. A 10 year career that stopped at senior manager, and my peers are CEOs and Managing Directors. No gold membership on my frequent flier card because, no more frequent flying.
No inventions, or great ideas I can claim. No life or food hacks I invented.
No book deal, no multimillion dollar contract, no possibilities of either.
No silver gowns to go with my pretty shoes, only old maternity pants and plain old black tee shirts.
No awards, no yay you’re a winner, not even of the online/ virtual type. No Best Anything, No Most Promising Anything Either.
I don’t try for much, therefore I don’t expect anything.
But to look back when I’m on my deathbed, and see nothing on the mantel, or wall, or bookshelf, will I have regrets?
Stop trying or keep going?
Are we defined by medals and trophies, accolades and awards? Or do we fill our tanks with just love and friendship? Is it enough to be acknowledged by your loved ones or the public?
I do have a roof over my head, an awesome husband, and four children.
So do countless others, with their wonderful spouses and children. As much love and pride there is in that, it is not an accomplishment, merely a quiet life built with blessings and gratitude.
Is it ungrateful to look at what I have, and wish I had more?
A stream of consciousness post written in 10 minutes, unedited. I think I will develop this post later to something more well thought out. When I have time!