This is a really interesting discussion, I work full time, in a very interesting and fulfilling (though challenging) sector and I have dc and a dh. I have also spent several years as a SAHM when dc were little (and in early primary school so I had lots of days on my own in house etc)
I think we really allow paid work to define us far too much. I love my job and I feel lucky to work where i do but it is not the be all and end all of me.
@Sunnysideup999 your post sort of encapsulates the gist of a lot of the argument for me - why would be only achievements I might look back on be related only to my paid work?
Why do I need work to 'give me a dimension'?
I think about this a lot and I would have a really happy and fulfilled life without paid work (assuming I had means to actually live and not have the threat of homelessness) and it wouldn't be all housework or shopping - are they the only things permitted if you're not in work?
I am endlessly interested in the world and read a huge amount. I would love the time to read to my hearts content and follow paths of interest.
I would study subjects because I was interested in them
I would spend far more time outdoors enjoying the beauty of the countryside
I would travel as much as I possibly afford
I would spend more time preparing good food and eat far better than I do now
I would re-organise my house so it suited my interests / needs better
I would have an even more lovely garden as I would have the time to work in it
I can guarantee I would rarely, if ever, be bored. I am really looking forward to retirement!
I am very senior in my role (CEO) but it baffled me in the years I took out how it really challenged some people and I have to say it was mainly female former colleagues. They didn't quite know how to introduce me without the 'this is UniBallEye, she's the XXX at YY company'
My grandmother was overtly proud of the fact that she'd 'never had to work,' and she saw it in those terms too 'having to work'
I adored going to stay with them for weekends / holidays. It was a blissful house to me. She was a wonderful baker and cook and made delicious meals every day. Her days had a rhythm to them - up early to have breakfast with my grandad before he want off to work, clean up the kitchen and sweep the floors. Always dressed properly etc. Out to the shops for the days supplies by 10am - a walk up the town to the individual shops, the butcher, the greengrocer, the bakery, the fishmonger etc. Home by 11am. Radio on in the background and she would make dinner, always always a two course meal. My grandad got home 1.10pm on the dot each day and she would have the food timed to perfection with zero stress or frazzle. Dessert ready to go on the side - usually things like stewed fruit & homemade custard or rice pudding with homemade jam.
Grandad went back to work and she cleaned the kitchen and the afternoon stretched out. I remember these afternoons of my childhood as lazy, warm, filled with sunlight beaming in the windows and we might do stuff like go for a long cycle all along the old canal banks way out in the country - sometimes bringing a small picnic.
Or she would go up to their bedroom and work for a few hours on her sewing machine, she was a competent dressmaker and made summer dresses for herself and me sometimes. I would curl up for hours, undisturbed, reading and reading and reading
Or we would bake something for the tea - brown bread / scones / apple tarts / fairy buns / tea brack / sponge cake. These were my favourite days.
Or she might visit a friend or relative, sometimes going to the local hospital to make a visit. I remember that long walk there and back
When my grandad got home we would have tea and whatever we'd baked. Then we might all go for a walk, or he would work for a few hours in his beautiful garden, or we might go to the church for prayers
The tv was only put on late in the evening for the news and perhaps 1 programme.
The days were busy and happy and not at all like my own home life which was always quite stressful. I don't think my grandmother would consider that her like was unfulfilled or without dimension or lacking in achievements..
It's not the life I live now, but I have really fond memories and in many ways when I think of 'home' its their house I think of and not my own actual childhood house