In mid-2007, I quit a job I liked very much because I wanted more of my life back for, well, life. Yet here I am, at 2am, with hours of work left, overdue projects undone, packing still to do for trip that I haven’t had time think enough about to know where I’m going and who I’m meeting and why.
Which is to say that I’m clearly bad at planning and estimating and saying no and prioritizing and choosing a line of work that facilitates that elusive buzzwordy work/life balance.
I don’t regret quitting. I like what I’m doing now even more than that job I liked very much and I think that I have a better chance at figuring out that balance thing when I’m also my boss.
But it still all seems a bit ridiculous.