I spoke with a friend of mine today, a never-married woman who has spent the last several years on the opposite coast working in a prestigious position. She is around my age, fit and attractive and well-educated.
We both admitted that we are unhappy but afraid to leave posts that have provided us with decent incomes, impressive identities, and access to people high on the food chain. None of this has done us one iota of good socially or romantically, however, and we are both stressed out, frustrated, and ready for a change. I confessed that in my heart, I have become extremely envious of people in much less “desirable” jobs but with much less stress in their work lives.
My potential year of idling is morphing into a year of big, big change.