Saturday is the funeral for my friend who knew her priorities in life. She lived the way she wanted to live. For over twenty years she worked as a waitress and truly enjoyed it. She was in fact, so good at her job she had a bit of a fan club. When she would quit one restaurant and start at another, her loyal patrons would follow her to the new diner. Being a waitress isn't for everyone, yet everyone can find a job they enjoy. If you don't like the job you have now start looking for a different one. Its always easier to find a job when you have a job. It puts you in the desirable position of being able to chose. Having your priorities right means you understand the power of choice. Its ok to stay at a job you hate in order to pay your bills as long as your realize its YOUR choice. You don't HAVE to work any more than you HAVE to pay your bills. In fact if you think about it, probably some of the bills you don't even HAVE to create.
At the end of her life my friend was living quite simply. She had stopped waitressing to take up working on a horse farm caring for very expensive race horses. She was neither the jockey nor the trainer. She preferred mucking out stalls. She loved the challenge of gentling an uppity nervous thoroughbred. She worked at gaining their trust. Honestly, she probably spent more hands on time with each of her charges than either the owner or the trainer. She loved her work. She felt justifiable pride in her abilities.
Not everyone who mucks out stalls sees it as a calling. And I'm not saying you need to do manual labor in order to get your priorities straight. What was so upright about my friend was that she did what she loved and she did it well. I used to spend about 60 hours a week working when I had it, and I loved every minute of it. When I hear other people complaining about how much they have to work, with a groan and an audible sign I feel sorry for them. Forty hours a week spent on something you hate is going to shorten your life more than it lengthens it.
For some people work isn't even the priority. Family and connection trumps work. I can relate. I loved being a housewife, I adored my husband and thanked him every day for the opportunity to raise my own child. So many of my friends chose to delegate out child rearing to poor paid nannies and babysitters. They're only small once, and for such a short time. If you can in any way trim the budget, giving up 50 channels of satellite TV for a few years is such a small price to pay to parent your own child. Once you're home all day you have plenty of time to cook from scratch, which is by the way, the cheapest way to eat well on the planet, and clean your own house, and do your own laundry, getting rid of three expenses right there.