Upon pondering on things, I realized I work to live, not to die. I work to support my family. With the current work I have, I can do it although not as grand as I want it to be. A sideline would be fine.
With an opportunity I let go, it made me see things clearly. If I choose it, I have to sacrifice a lot of things including the following:
-My night sleep. Night differential is fine but not enough. At night, the body recovers. Nothing can beat a hell of 8 hours of sleep. Not even money.
-My free time to have a social life. I’ll be saying goodbye to occasional bar hopping and drinking and singing (lol). I would not have that.
-My time to write, of course. Writing has been the powerful energy that molded me. If I go with it, I’ll be sleepy during the day. I would rather sleep than write and I will no longer be me. Although if I really want to, I still can but I’ll be pushing myself further. I would rather spend the night writing than abuse myself.
-My fellow medical professionals. Their company is not something money can buy. Every day is pricess.
-The proximity. In my current work, I am only 30 mins to 1 hour away from home and it only took me one ride to get there. With the new offer, I’ll be suffering traffic and 3 rides. I’ll also be spending 2-3 hours just to get there.
I might even get sick so I’ll be needing those medication benefits they can give me. What the hell? Of course, I would rather be healthy. I don’t need their useless benefits.
With its confined environment and repeated work load, I might get bored. From where I am, I am fine although not as content as I want to be. But I can do things I wanted to do. And I enjoyed it.
In a place where I can freely write, nothing else matters…
(But if the offer is so great, I might sacrifice those things. Hahaha… only if the price is right. For now, it doesn’t match my needs so I’ll be sticking around here first and wait until another opportunity knocks on my door. Did I just eat what I said? ;p)