It would be a lie if I said I never worried about money. Especially the kind that comes nicely deposited in your bank account each month. I routinely miss the security of a good income when bill-paying time rolls around or chicken feed is low or the hay man needs his money or the price of propane goes up. And the list goes on.
BUT I would also be lying if I said that I missed cubicle life, TQM, ISO BS123, PMP, and writing people up for wearing blue jeans. And the commute. Egads. I'm breaking out in a sweat now just thinking about it.
And it's not like I'm sitting around drinking designer coffee. I do work. In fact, I work harder and longer hours now than I did before. And for less or no pay.
I still get up early with the alarm clock.
There is still a commute. It's just a little shorter than it used to be.
I attend many team meetings.
We have a committee on diversity.
Some employees stand around and gossip all day.
Overtime is usually required.
But alas, I'll take this over gray-paneled cubicle walls any day.