Another article on the great job resignation and migration.
I cannot help myself from throwing my 2 cents or fan a flame. NYT.

…… Something funny happened to me yesterday, I felt as if I worked, like I had a job, a responsibility. 7 hours that will not come back.
Being a semi-retired person awhile now, moving from MA to FL seasonally, but working from home a little all the time, I have hit a sweet spot.
However I voluntarily went (drove), to meeting yesterday, had to look a little neater, (my neater meant a golf shirt vs a t shirt and new sneakers over an older pair).
I had very good and serious conversation, debate, Q& A etc … we did a lunch etc … I enjoyed all of it immensely until it hit me as I got back on the highway, that meeting used up most of a day.
I don’t regret doing it, but really a whole day. 7 hrs gone.
The person I drove with, now formally retired, enjoyed it as well. Great conversation and personal pontification, good times.
The best part of that day however were the detours going home, driving through an “historic downtown” in central FL and finding out it was a train town, station and all. Then swinging down a road to state park at sunset, watching the vultures come to roost, helping pull in a fish from the water and then upon leaving having about 6 small deer just pass on by. Those detours used a little over an hour and were great.
Work and income are a necessity; the battles of want, need and fulfillment are a slippery slope or a gentle rise. Choose carefully.

I vote, get on with things, that you take your hobbies and avocations, convert them to vocations, get some schooling or training, get married and have children early. Enough about me.

Otherwise you wake up somewhere in your late 50’s and say uh ohh. Most of my friends.