One of the great things about not working is that I get to do things that I was always “too busy” or “too tired” to do when I was putting in crazy hours at the hedge fund in San Francisco. For example, tonight I had dinner at my mom’s house in Silicon Valley with three of my cousins that I rarely see.

They do regular dinners together, but I never used to make it down from San Francisco because I had to wake up so early for work. It was great to see them all tonight (and they were all super supportive of my decision to move to London, which was nice), and it reminded me that I should make more time for family no matter how hard I’m working. Why is it that I work so hard at things that don’t fulfill me and in doing so neglect the things that do?

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