So, today at lunch, my mother asked me if I’d ever consider putting myself in an environment where I felt more intellectually challenged (I work at a grocery store as a dairy manager). I still get compliments about my level of intelligence from friends and and co-workers; and she seems to think that it sometimes goes to waste.
My response to her was that I’m actually quite content with my present environment. At age 44, I’ve traveled, I’ve been involved in complicated projects, I’ve reached the level of consumate professional.
I find it to be overrated.
I like my life simple now. I like being at the to of the intelligence food chain at work. Is that lazy? Quite possibly; but it results in fewer worries brought home so I can better concentrate on my wife, my kids, my household. I like that.
Sure, it’s nice to mix it up with folks I can converse with on my level; but only in social settings nowadays. At 44, I’ve got (hopefully) another 40 years of good living in me. I’d like to spend some of it relaxing, and the rest a a job that enjoy and that I don’t find mentally taxing.
Lunch was good, by the way. Shrimp poboy at Buffalo Wild Wings.