My fabulous husband gave notice at his job, so his last day is Friday. He doesn't have another offer lined up, or a detailed plan. In his words, he's "borrowing 2 years of retirement".
|my two favorite people|
I should be freaking out, right? ZOMG, primary breadwinner quit his job. How will I afford my Starbucks on my days of "leisure" that I'm not at my part-time job?
But I'm not stressing. In fact, I've been encouraging him to do it for a while. I'm of the opinion that if you're not happy, then you need to make a change. If you can't change your job to make you happy, then maybe you need a new one. Or some time off.
I don't subscribe to the "work until you're 62.5 and then sigh in relief when you retire" philosophy. 62.5 is a long way off, and that's a long time to toil in a job you dislike. What about finding a career that you *like* and maybe doing it past the standard retirement age? Or try out a few different career paths? Life is all about exploration, yo.
Of course, we'll be adjusting our lifestyle a bit. Our next Canlis dinner may be a long time from now. And I'll probably be making my iced soy chai at home, since it doesn't require any fancy equipment. I increased *my* hours at work to 25, which isn't much of a stretch since T's now in preschool 3 days, and I have the option to go back full time as needed.
But dude, I am *so* looking forward to trips to the zoo mid-week. And trading off toddler-care when it gets crazy up in here. And maybe restarting custom orders in my Etsy shop if I can convince the Mister to handle all the administrative stuff, so our throughput can be higher.
Hooray for being brave!