And break it I did. I achieved pretty high levels in my career – President, CFO, Director of pretty good sized companies. I sacrificed a fair amount of personal life for professional achievement and frankly, loved my career.
And then..... love entered my life and I became spouse to my beloved husband, Richard. I found a man who had dreams (a rarity in today’s world of cynical thinking) and discovered that to follow him and his dreams I would have to take a different route – the road less travelled as it were. We joined the Foreign Service life and my role became that of “spouse to an American diplomat”. All of my official documents – passport, local official papers – describe me as spouse/esposa/ whatever foreign term applies to my role as dependent to my beloved. There was a time when this would have generated major fury and indignation – I am not an appendage of anyone! I am me!
But fortunately, age occasionally brings maturity and I mellowed.
Today I find myself enjoying the life of a wife, a retired one at that. I cook, I iron, and I clean – all of the things that I used to hire out. And amazingly, I find it fulfilling. Have I progressed? I hope so. In any case, I am happy.