A few week ago, I have signify my intention and plans to my mother that I plan to quit my job in the middle of next year. It is after my boss retires, I also plan to follow him and focus on either my private practice or try other things.
I have no concrete plans. All I have is rough plan but not the nitty-gritty, which I don’t want to think at this point. Just like other parents who are concerned, she asked me why. I told her the politics and the stress are too much and I cannot swallow some of the things being implemented in the organisation either it was plainly wrong or morally wrong.
I told her I can no longer bear it. Unless something significant happens, I am glued to this plan. She told me that it would be a big loss-moneywise, if I leave my high-paying job. She furthered that not everyone get to be lucky as me in landing this job.
Ofcourse, my mother playing devil’s advocate made me raged. I told her that she could not understand how I am feeling. It really is frustrating when a family member cannot support you in your plans.
When I think about it though, I understood where she was coming from. Call it generation gap or something, but her life circumstances when she was my age were different. She has to work since she was raising a family. She had six children and not having work is not an option.
In my case however, I am single. No children. Except for my two dogs, I don’t feel responsible for anyone. It made me think, who am I working for? I do not want to be that single, childless person whose estate after she died were fought over by the nieces and nephews- people that has nothing to do with development of her wealth. I am not saying that I don’t want to give something to my nieces and nephews but if they want to be successful, they have to work hard for it. Because that is the only way they can appreciate wealth.
Going back to the question, Who do I work for? The only answer I can give is myself and with that, I also live for myself. As selfish as it may be for other people, but I am not concern about others’ opinions. I do care about my own mother’s opinion though and I take it seriously. But, at the end of the day, I live for what I believe and I live for me.