It's been 12 years since I first read Ray Franz's books and the scales came off my eyes. By that time I was in my forties.
Since 2002 I went back to school and have worked with 3 very professional organizations. But my biological clock is ticking away and while my peers are looking forward to retirement, I am only beginning. I still feel an overwhelming sadness when I reflect on the wasted years.
The best years where I could have explored and developed my talents and creativity were spent in slavery to the watchtower. While my catholic cousins were getting degrees in school and climing the latter of success, I was trudging from door to door. Twenty years of pioneering. Twenty years I will never get back.
I know that ruminating on the past is highly toxic and ineffective- but the sadness surfaces every once in a while.
Thanks for listening