The key point in the paragraph above is that I let my plan get away from me. I can't blame this one on fate or say that God meant me to do this. I'm pretty sure I'm the one who dropped the ball.
I read an article yesterday about the true cost of working. There are expenses you take on when you work - gas & transportation costs, lunches, extra money spent on food when you are too tired to cook, childcare (I don't have to worry about that one), clothing, office gifts and more. There are online calculators to help you figure out what you truly make. It's pretty interesting.
I have continued to think about the cost of working. The "costs" that are bothering me most cannot be input on a calculator. You cannot put a price on things you miss.
I miss time with my family.
I miss sunlight and vitamin D.
I miss having time and energy to have fun while I cook and clean.
I miss having time and energy to play and visit with friends.
I miss sleeping well and waking up with a smile on my face.
I miss wearing my comfy at home clothes.
I miss moving around all day.
Last but not least, I miss moving towards the creative life I want. I have postponed that life over and over and over.
I plan to enjoy my job through the tax season (I work in an accounting firm) and make the most of working with people I have come to love - I have great bosses and great co-workers. But, after tax season is over, I plan to become the designer of my life again. I will be retired again. Anything I do involving making money will be for myself.
To celebrate my new life, I bought new flowers.
I also put out a new quote. I keep a frame in my kitchen for quotes. I change the quotes often to suit the season and/or my mood.