Seeing my mother get dementia made me start considering these things in my mid-40s. What am I working so hard for? Even if the work I'm doing is important, is it worth the sacrifices? I don't have the answers yet, but I am letting more things slide - let's face it, my house will never be immaculate and I can't volunteer for everything I'd like to - in favor of doing something I enjoy every day. It may just be reading for half an hour, watching a mystery or taking a walk, but I no longer try to cram every day full of things I need to do. I was surprised at how much better my life got once I took some time each day to do what I wanted to do instead of viewing each day as a slog through a never-ending to do list.