Yesterday I turned down a lucrative consulting job.
I could have made enough in 2 months to last me through the year.
But it would involve staying in Los Angeles 4 nights a week (away from my life and lover).
I felt the pressure of my socialization squeezing me from inside. I should take this job. Of course I should. It�s a lot of money�what if I can�t find a job when I need it? A responsible adult works hard and takes advantage of financial opportunities�blah, blah, blah.
But then I thought about my personal goals.
Pursuing love, cultivating friendships, finding joy. Those are my goals.
How would going to LA meet those goals?
I am madly in love and staggeringly happy right now.
To leave this bliss I�ve found for a fat paycheck would be the wrong decision.
So I told the client, that no, I wasn�t available.
My heart rate went through the roof and I felt regret start to creep up the back of my legs.
Then I crawled into bed and cuddled with my lover.
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