I really wanted to work an extra week this month, to start saving up a little more scratch for a European grand tour for the fam and I this summer.
Can't do it... or, more accurately, can't get up the mental muscle to work overtime. I think I'm burnt out on OT.
I've been working 9-10 months a year the past few years. Done some great stuff with the extra money, too. Helped some people out, developed a taste for some finer things, built up my portfolio, paid down my student loans, things like that. Mundane.
Well, now it appears I'm about done with OT. I can't drag myself to do it without there being an emergency, it seems. I didn't even ask the powers that be this time. I just told my wife, 'I don't think I can do this and not be a shit when I come home," which was good enough for both of us to say never mind.
Man, I was one of the overtime kings in my company. Ultimately, time is becoming more precious than money to me, finally. I should have reached that point long before this, but here I am, late to the party, maybe, but here all the same.
And you know, I'm OK with this.
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