During the early years of my career, work was almost perpetual. I've spent countless nights at the office, leaving when others were coming in for the next day. On other days, 4 hours of sleep would suffice. I'd be up and ready to take on another long day. And this I did, at times, on a daily basis...sometimes for months. The mind was willing, the body able. Nothing else really mattered.
Today, I talk about work-life balance. I want to be able to enjoy the little things that make me who I am. The body can no longer negotiate long working nights, let alone over-nighters. It takes at least a day or two to recover. Let's not even talk about a night out painting the town red. I can't even stay up long enough to last the festivities. Maybe its age, maybe I've "grown up", perhaps priorities change and with the change in priorities come a change in mindset. And when the mind's not willing, the body, more often than not, follows in tandem.
About a month ago, an ex-boss offered me a job. It took me a while to decide, but having an offer that I can consider or somewhat fall back on is a good dilemma to have. And I've decided to take up the offer. Today, after much strategy-deliberation and anxious moments prior to the chat with my current boss, I walked into his room and told him about the offer and my impending departure. It was liberating...I was relieved. I've come to understand the job, like the job (still parts and not everything my position entails), but this is a long term move. Only time will tell if this was good move on my part. Decisions are meant to be made and no matter what the outcome, I'll live with it.
