| > never get it confused with your own mission or "dream". I would hesitate to use the word “never,” there. It’s kind of amazing, when a job becomes a vocation and a calling. These days, that kind of describes where I’m at. I don’t get paid a dime, and work harder (and more productively) than I ever have. I’m doing work I never dared to dream of. I had to be forced into this position. Long, sad story. Get your hanky. TL;DR, no one wants to play with someone over 50, that used to be a manager. But the last few years have convinced me that you couldn’t drag me back into the rat race with a locomotive. I’m almost deliriously happy. I’m extremely fortunate, in having built up enough to get to this point, and also, in learning to live humbly enough to have my needs met. I wish the OP well. Happiness is something that has no price tag, and is often found serendipitously. For some of us, we are only truly happy, when we are working. |