I have a great job, doing interesting work for good people. I like my job. The only downside to it is that it requires a great commitment of time and, consequently, personal resources.
Recently, things have not been as busy as they usually are, and I’ve had the time to hang out with friends, make (and keep) plans, see movies, eat at restaurants, work out, see my family, etc. That’s great, but now it looks like I’m heading back into my usual schedule: twelve to fifteen hour days, six to seven days a week. It is a schedule that I have been on for five years, and if I stay in this job, it will be a schedule I will keep for the next thirty years. That’s a sobering thought.
Then, today, out of nowhere, it occurred to me: I don’t have to do this. I could quit, go work somewhere else that requires less of my time, and I could have a life – have weekends, and friends, and free time. Sure, I’d make less money, but I’d have more time.
Part of me says that’s a loser response, that I should be happy to make my career the central focus of my life, and that by stepping off this merry-go-round, I’m admitting I’m not strong enough or smart enough for this life.
But another part of me says, “oooh, free time!” I could get a hobby – learn to fly a plane, or drive a race car, or take up knitting. (Well, knitting at least; I’d probably get motion-sick in the plane or car.)
So tell me your inspiring story of the career change or job change that improved your life. Tell me about the time you gave up the money and the glory for more time, and how you haven’t looked back.