I don’t think I’ll ever go back to spending 37(work) + 15 (commute) hours on work again. Either I’ll work shorter days or I’ll work closer to home. I know I’m privileged in that I can chose between both, but the extra time we’ve had as a family has been worth so much.
I also don’t think I’ll ever want a job where I have as many meaningless meetings as I did pre-lockdown.
I’ll likely never wear a suit to work again.
I’m going to stop participating in national strategies and networks, and stop speaking at conventions unless I actually really, really care about the subject. I don’t think I realised just how little I actually cared about the lamp light and feeling important, or how much stress it involved, before it all stopped and I didn’t miss it one bit.