I’m at a place in my life where I’ve realized that there has to be more. I’m going on 39, single, no kids. I have a good job that pays the bills and then some. I have a great family who loves me and supports me. I have an amazing boyfriend who is so good to me that I’m often left wondering what I ever did to deserve him. But, I’ve realized the hard (er…excruciating) way that work is bad for my health--primarily physically, but also mentally. I mean this quite literally. In November 2013 I had my first back surgery. In December 2014 I had my second. It was a repeat of the first. One of my lumbar spinal discs herniated and then re-herniated. The second re-herniation was devastating. I lost feeling in my foot and use of my calf muscle, which prompted emergency surgery that resolved the indescribable pain but didn’t change the loss of sensation or strength. This makes walking extremely difficult and endlessly frustrating. I have a desk job and you know what they say….."sitting is the new smoking." The idea of continuing on in the way I have for another 20+ years before I can retire ...