I’m that guy
Back in 2001 I had just finished a CD and was working as a fly-fishing guide/singer-songwriter. Sunette and I had been married for a year. I was making no money and providing no security. I remember a day when I took my truck to get fixed at a downtown garage. As I was sitting in their lobby looking out the window I saw a young guy and 3 young ladies walking down the sidewalk. They were all dressed in business attire, guy in a tie and long-sleeve shirt, ladies in business suits or skirts. I looked at that guy and envied him. That looked like such a great place to be, going somewhere, professional, secure.
That was 6 years ago. I’m that guy. I work downtown, wear a tie everyday, have security. I’m a commercial lender for a large bank in the southeast. Kind of in the cat-bird seat as far as future advancement. So, what do I think now that I’m here?
Well, the security is nice, I’ll admit. However, I lose my purpose when I walk through the door every morning. Unless I look at my purpose as being to provide for my family, which I guess that kinda is my purpose. Atleast a part of it.
So, was there ever a moment that defined where you are right now?
I got to where I am by accident.
When it’s all over, I’ll let you know if it was a happy accident.
I don’t really have regrets because I can truly see the hand of providence in each step, but it’s interesting to look back at that moment.
So Dave, how much of an accident was it? I’d love to hear the circumstances that got you were you are now; and whatever led to this unholy affection for Hard Rock Cafes.