Eyes on the (Real) Prize

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Sydney, Australia, 1989.

So here I was… making it in the super-competitive business world. I was: heir apparent in a major multi-national ad firm, marketing writer, national new-business director, just voted in the top 10 across the country, blah blah. An ‘80’s Mad Man.

And then we had a third child, unexpectedly.

I came home one night late (as usual) from the office and my wife asked me to change our 6-month-old son’s diapers. But as he was lying on his back on the changing table, I saw in his eyes a look which I’ve ever forgotten.

That look said to me, “I don’t care what your title is; I don’t care how much you earn; my nappy needs cleaning and that’s your job now.”

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I suddenly realised: THIS is what matters, this is the real life, not the fleeting trappings of work and hierarchy at the office. The scales fell from my eyes. Within a year, I had resigned and moved back to a smaller and saner environment where we could be more involved in raising our kids.

That was my lifestyle moment. I’ve never regretted it.

Postscript: that Aussie son is now 30 and when I tell him the story he smiles and kids me, but has no memory of it.

It’s ok dude, I’ve got it for both of us.

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One thought on “Eyes on the (Real) Prize

  1. Well said! Thank you for this succinct but valuable lesson. I get caught up in the weeds of work and tend to forget what ultimately matters.

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