Don’t you just love a good rainstorm? We had one last night, and I love falling asleep to the sound of rain, but I also love waking up–especially in spring–after the rain. Everything is so green and it feels like all of my flowers and plants have grown overnight. I was intending to go into the office today, but it’s too beautiful and peaceful here for that. I don’t have any meetings today, so nothing’s stopping me from working from home. :D
The last couple of nights, the husband has been talking about feeling restless at his job and wanting something different. I know part of it is that they’re opening a new fab and as a manager, he has to do a lot (more) of boring paperwork/inspections/approvals and those are things he hates. But, I think it’s also management in general. The husband loves engineering. He loves it and he’s brilliant at it. He does not love meetings/paperwork/talking too often with people. He is good at those things, too, but who cares about that when you hate what you’re doing?
Every time he brings it up, he then also has to talk about how happy he is in every other aspect of his life, “so who cares if I don’t love my job?” And, he has to note all of the things his job provides: excellent health coverage, a good salary, stability, etc. *eye roll* Look, I love the fact that my husband takes his role as a “provider” very seriously. He’s great at it and I definitely appreciate it. But, I keep trying to beat into his brain that WE DON’T NEED THAT MUCH. I told him last night that he’s worried about being TOO good at it. We could maintain our current lifestyle even if he took a fairly significant pay cut. We don’t spend that much, and I’ve written several times before that we feel much happier and more comfortable living below our means. The whole point of that is so no one feels trapped. Obviously, it’s awesome that he feels happy in every other aspect of his life, but work is a BIG part of how most of us spend our days. If there’s a chance he could be happy doing something different, he should at least look into it. And, that’s what I told him (repeatedly…maybe one of these days it’ll sink in). We have the goal/desire to retire early, and I know that a lower salary would mean saving less, but what’s the point in retiring early if you’ve been miserable for years leading up to that retirement!? Goals are not set in stone! If we work a few more years, then we work a few more years. And, we won’t mind so much if we like the work!!!! The man is stubborn. Fortunately for him, so am I. ;) I’m going to make him see reason if it kills me!