I miss Saturday morning rolling out of bed not shaving getting into my car with my girls driving to the supermarket squeezing the fruit getting my car washed taking walks.
I left my job in the fall and now I can set my life up around writing instead of squeezing writing into my day it's amazing to have that time and I feel very lucky.
Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'