by repulsewarrior » Sat Oct 26, 2019 7:45 pm
...i was a workaholic, never less than 10 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year. It was in my late forties that i discovered "week-ends", my honeymoon night at 39, was spent on a Janitor's floor, filthy with cigarette butts, because he had been dismissed a week before, and was still acting dangerously, like starting fires etc. at the time.
...it was a fun ride, all the work i did, the stories i can tell. Was it worth it, i don't know; but i know i did not enjoy what is a regular family life, dinner at my mom's Easter table, playing with kids, birthday parties, and at Christmas and/or New Years, always a crisis that took me elsewhere.
...so i enjoyed weekends for a while, then one week every third week, and now i travel for work, so if i work it is as i said, if i want to, and on my terms.
...highly recommend, "a job", all these years as a "travailleur autonome", with my experience, i can say that being a businessman is more difficult, and while it may have its perks in life, it does not replace a loving home you enjoy, by being there. But, i am not dead yet, and i am hoping (a particular) yard will call me, so i can play hard to get.