It has been quite a challenging week at work, with numerous home inspections and extensive driving. I calculated that on average per day I have done six jobs and driven twelve Swedish miles (approximately 75 English miles).
During my lunch break yesterday, as I was finally able to relax, the office called. They wondered if I would consider working overtime. I responded with a polite but firm "No".
A few years ago, I would have definitely said yes. Not for financial reasons or because I loved the job more then (I still love it just as much). But simply because I had difficulty saying no.
That is one of the advantages of getting older: I feel secure in declining things. It's a great feeling!
While my body may experience more aches and pains with each passing year, it is a worthwhile trade-off.