Missed Opportunity


I’m super-disappointed. I lost out on a potential life-changing opportunity, and it makes me so mad.  I waited too long to make my wishes known, and now the opportunity went to someone else much (MUCH) less qualified.  The golden opportunity was a move to our satellite office in Denver, Colorado.  I have family in Littleton, which is a southwestern suburb of Denver, and living that close to them would’ve been awesome.

I’ll have to chalk up this missed opportunity as “a day late and a dollar short.” If you don’t let people know what you want, you will get passed up.

In a way, maybe this was a blessing. I say that because maybe moving to Denver was not meant to be, at least right now.  Maybe this is the perfect opportunity to pare down my tons of shit that I absolutely DON’T want to move to another location.  EVER.  Maybe this is the time for me to really knuckle down and pay down the debt I’ve amassed.  And maybe Denver isn’t where God wants me to end up.

I have to stop pouting and just get on with what I need to do to better myself and my life situation.

4 Replies to “Missed Opportunity”

  1. If it’s any consolation we made a move to a new house thinking it would be the answer to who knows what question only to find some problems went away and others appeared. No place is utopia…. but Denver does sound pretty nice. 🙂

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    1. thanks – I know I’m dragging myself where-ever I go, but ST. Louis is such a shithole (for lack of a better term) …. oh, btw, I don’t know if you saw but I nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger award last week!

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