Life is funny.
A few years ago I was working on a national tech transformation for a 5 star resort group, earning more money than I ever thought I would and sitting comfortably in the highest tax bracket. On paper, it looked like I’d “made it.”
Now I’m in the lowest tax bracket, working reception at a beachfront hotel in a small regional town, and I can honestly say I’ve never felt more content.
Turns out, I don’t miss the prestige nearly as much as I thought I would. What I love now is the humanity of my work.
I love welcoming tired travellers after a long drive. Solving real problems for real people in real time. Remembering the guest who likes extra towels, or the couple celebrating their anniversary, or noticing from someone’s micro expressions whether they want a warm chat or just a quick, seamless check in after a hard day.
The details matter. People matter.
There’s something deeply fulfilling about making someone feel genuinely looked after.
And when my shift ends, it ends. I don’t carry work stress home with me anymore. I sleep peacefully. I have a wonderful boss. My job pays the bills. I get time and energy to work on the thing I’m truly passionate about, the podcast. And every day I get to live beside the ocean in one of the most beautiful parts of the world.
Funny how life works sometimes. The version of success I chased in my 30s looks very different to the version that actually brings me peace.
These days, I think wealth might just be sleeping well, breathing deeply, having time for what you love, and not dreading Monday morning.
Thank you, Satoshi. 🧡