It’s such a relief to not need to go to a job I stopped liking many years ago, to work with people, half of whom I did not get along with. My job was a job, I did it for money to put food on the table, and keep a roof over my head. I liked it very much for about 10 years, then for the next ten years… not so much. The tasks never “defined” me. I traded my most precious thing, my time, for money–and never nearly enough.

I’m happy to be done with that, and have been for over five years now. I don’t miss it at all.

I’m happier, more relaxed, and healthier than I’ve been in 30 years.