I’m sitting at my desk in my cubicle as I type, on the third floor of our campus, watching lazy snowflakes fall from the sky. I’m overhearing a conversation between coworkers a couple of cubicles over, rehashing what they did over the holidays.
I’m eavesdropping a bit but hey, in a cubicle all convos are fair game. Private conversations are saved for breakout rooms.
Something one of the ladies said really struck me. She was talking about her family, kids and grandkids and how spectacular her Christmas was. She said “I wouldn’t trade my life for anything”.
I never, or rarely, hear people say that. I wouldn’t trade my life for anything.
It made me pose this question to myself. Would I say the same? Is there anyone I’d want to trade places with? Someone else’s life? Something more glamourous?
It’s not something I’ve ever thought of to be honest. When I was young and full of ego, I’d probably have wished for a different life, wished I could trade places with someone perhaps.
Not anymore.
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