It has been a pretty challenging week at work, lots of home inspections and a whole lot of driving. I did the math, and on average I have been doing six jobs a day and driving twelve Swedish miles, about seventy five English miles.
Yesterday, during my lunch break, just as I finally sat down to relax, the office called. They asked if I would be up for working some overtime. I replied with a polite but firm “No.”
A few years ago, I probably would have said yes. Not because I needed the money or loved the job more back then, I still enjoy it just as much. But simply because I had a hard time saying no.
One of the perks of getting older is feeling more confident in turning things down. And honestly, it feels great.
Sure, the aging body may creak a bit more every year, but it is a trade off I will gladly take.