I work a 50-hour a week job.
Don’t get all judgey on me. And yes, I’m still an avowed/evolved minimalist. (I should talk about how I discovered and warped into a minimalist some day.)
Weirdly, right now I consider that I get to work 50 hours a week. If you had asked me a year ago, or even a couple months ago, if I would consider working 50 hours a week, I would have laughed in your face. And probably made a real jerk of myself in the process.
But things change, and with no debt and my husband working evenings, a 50-hour work week seems to make a lot of sense. Even if I got home two hours sooner, I wouldn’t get to see him until 8 or 9 at night, so the extra time is a blessing.
Here’s why working 50 hours a week works for me right now:
- The work. I probably wouldn’t like it as much if I constantly had people demanding things of me. In the job I’m currently working at, aka. temping, I am left fairly alone and trusted to get the things done for which I am responsible.
- Minimal home responsibilities. As a minimalist, I don’t have a ton of things to manage at home. True, I should probably clean a little more than I do…”should.” But if I don’t go home and do my laundry tonight it’s not the end of the world. I’ll just wear the same thing tomorrow.
- Learning time. On my drive to and from work, as well as at work, I play podcasts that are uplifting and educational. I turn my drive time from a nuisance to nutrition for my brain.
- Focus. I’m not working 50 hours a week because I am trying to pay off debt or improve a career. I am working in a position that I’m enjoying and working extra to make more money for me, not debt. This makes the work much more enjoyable than if I were focused on something arbitrary.
Besides, what else would I do? Add another week to my monthly TV time?