The sheer fact that you made it to the highest level of Greek life should be glory enough. You manipulated the system so well that you were able to make a complete life for yourself out of an experience you had in college. It really is the dream.
If you had grand plans of becoming a concert pianist then maybe glory isn’t the correct term here. But would you really pursue a career as a perpetual sorority sister post-graduation if you didn’t want to do it? No, you’d be living in your parent’s house crying over their grand piano while playing Requiem Mass in D Minor.
You’ve made a career out of being a social butterfly that slacked off in school because you were to busy partying hard with John Blutarsky. This mere fact is all the glory you need.