Originally Posted by
lucille
Used to love my job when it was mainly daytime flying and paying peanuts. I was poor and happy as were all my peers.. And then unrelentingly I kept chasing greener pastures all over the world.. newer, faster, shinier and more $$$. The greener the pasture, the unhappier I became. I suspect I’m not Robinson Crusoe.
Is there such a thing as the “perfect” career?
Perhaps getting older has changed our perspectives? Now as long as we have “enough” money, the more important “time with loved ones” becomes WAY more important.
I’ll leave the chasing of shiny new things to those that haven’t figured that out yet.