I resigned from my job in May, to work as a freelance consultant. Never ever for one second has it crossed my mind to downsize work-wise or, perish the thought, to give up work. I love work (in general) and I love my work in particular. I'm the family workaholic. And I;ve been more busy since resigning than I was before. Two prize moments this weekend.
db "How are you finding not working?"
mum - on being told that if she visits for 4 days in the run up to Christmas I will be working - pulls a face like I said I was hopping on the 14.42 to Mars. "oh....well I don;t know what you do these days....Do you mean you'll be going into an office?"
aaaarrrhgggh.
I think I've brought it on to myself my combining this change in my work with a move to the country. ergo I must be retiring to make cakes for the WI/run the PTA/learn flower-arranging.