Since I left my most recent job, my daily preoccupations have changed quite a bit. Instead of deadlines and commitments to clients and bosses, I spend my time on deadlines and commitments to family and friends.
If my mother wants food instead of flowers for this Nurses’ Day, I order custom cupcakes. (Because baking is way beyond my realm of capability.)
If Grandma hasn’t much company in the afternoons, I drop in once a week with yummy snackies and listen to her stories. She tells kick-ass stories even if the timeline and order of events are a little fuzzy sometimes.
If we need an electrician to hide the OpenNet cabling in the false ceiling, I set it up and see that it’s done to my liking.
Obviously these don’t pay very well monetarily. They are, however, part of the reason I stopped working in the first place – to look after the things that affect the people who’re important to me.
In the same vein I’ve also started a few creative endeavours that will (hopefully) one day mean something to another important person in my life.
It’s nice to have the time for these pursuits (on top of a little freelance work here and there). Definitely a luxury, and one I’m glad we can afford.