Would you rather do something you LOVE and make just enough money to get by, or do something you HATE but make $150k/year?
We've all heard being rich doesn't buy happiness. But at the same time, being financially secure brings peace of mind.
#WouldYouRather love what you do or bring in more dough? #watercooler
To be honest I’d rather do something I love but if you need money fast and you can put up with the job till you’ve cleared your debt it would be a good temporary fix. Doing something you love is the best way for long term
Do something you love!!!!
I left the security of a regular paying job with lots of potential to grow because my husband and I wanted our art to take over out careers. It has been scary and wonderful. I choose what you've from min pay every time!
Take the money. Budget to line on $50,000/yr. and bank/invest the rest. Early retirement and/or financial independence is the best route to take.
Somethings I love with minimal pay.
I had ton of real estate investments until my divorce and lost it all. Point of the story...don't get married and go at it alone so you can retire comfortably. Life lesson. Unfortunately too old to start over.
Do you have to work. Why not find something you love which also gives you freedom as long you can increase your income overtime slowly.
I definitely went for the money. I’m retired and I couldn’t have done it otherwise.
Well better to be happy, however, 150k a year is not living well these days and it’s really bad if you have to work super hard for it or tolerate idiotic assignments that are dished out by some imbecile that think they are the boss because they earned some online degree from some two bit unaccredited mail order university Relatives hardly lived well in the 1980s with a 500k yearly salary so it’s all a matter of opinion and expenditures of course.
Like people have choices? Oh, I decided to be poor and happy versus rich and miserable. Right...
If you make $150,000 a year you didn't just fall into that. You had to plan, likely educate yourself with intent. Or maybe you inherited a position in a business. The irony is there are many $120,000 jobs that I've worked that are extremely challenging but still net+ rewarding. The money allows things that a lower paying job can't. Money doesn't buy happiness, but it removes many of the obstacles and pain that inhibits it.
I may be technically miserable up in the middle of the night fixing an internet firewall yet I'm totally happy the next week buying my grandchildren season passes to Disney World. I've help re-home a homeless person. Helped bought chainsaws donated and cut firewood for a Foster Childrens home. Donated toys for underprivileged.
We helped a stranger with donations that helped them go to rehab and 3 years out are still sober.
I had to work overtime during the Christmas holidays because of bad computer malware that was found in many computer systems worldwide. I missed the family gatherings, and mashed potatoes. Knowing the big overtime check was coming, channeled my misery to come up with a plan. I bought my wife a new top of the line Fender Bass to replace her old one using OT money. She hasn't stopped smiling. She's always happy and prefers a pretty rock or seashell as much as a diamond. Now this has been an incredible month with her new bass. I'm very thankful for the miserable work I went through. By the last days of my misery work, I was overwhelmingly happy knowing what I was about to lay on her. I could have bought the bass out of pocket before all this but using this misery money to change the story is my reward. And here's the best part. I also got comp'd some time off because of working holidays. We're using that PTO this week. Down in the Keys were unplanned she's been sitting in with a local reggae band because she showed up with a killer bass at a music store to get it restrung by a local renown pro.
Now here we are. Quality uninterrupted lazy days and fun nights. And the Bass, PTO and travel expenses paid by my miserable job. Misery can be a choice.
On my way to Panama and Colombia next month. Gotta go, misery job starts at 8am tomorrow.