I always try to be very honest around here.
I worked all my life for nothing, and I always arrived on Friday tired and unsatisfied, wanting to disconnect in a thousand ways, and there were few times when I could afford a trip to the beach with friends, a night out, a few days away from my environment.
But some time ago I discovered what it is to work for oneself and that's when I understood the meaning that I can truly give to my life.
These last 6 years have been very intense but they have allowed me activities that I could not do before...especially because now I can disconnect from the secondary, delegate it to the background and understand that I can not spend the energies that remain to my fifty years on things now subjective (before very objective).
Maybe you don't understand, but now I have a little more freedom to not let myself be exploited by others and decide what to do with my time and for myself.