opening at a smaller firm. Less money. Less travel.”
“Do you want it?”
“I think I do.”
“Don’t change your career as an apology.”
He looked at me.
“That sounds like something your mother would say.”
“It sounds like something a forensic accountant would say.”
He smiled.
Then became serious.
“I’m not doing it to apologize. I’m doing it because I realized I built a life whose priorities I didn’t actually choose.”
That sentence stayed with me.
A life whose priorities I didn’t actually choose.
Maybe that was the story
