In The Undomestic Goddess, a workaholic lawyer in the UK flees her job in London after ostensibly making a mistake that costs a client 50 million pounds. Through a series of comical errors she ends up becoming a housekeeper for a nouveau riche couple out in the boonies. She learns to cook, to slow herself down, to stop rushing through her life and she falls deeply in love. So when she's offered the sun and moon to come back to the law firm, what will she choose? The goal she's worked her whole life to acheive or the new life she truly enjoys?
The scenario isn't the same as mine but there are definite similarities. I'm about to leave one of the top jobs in Canadian radio. And, like our heroine in the novel, some people are looking at me as if I'm nuts. Also like her, I don't really care! My new life will give me more control, more sleep and more fun. I choose love over ambition. I choose serenity over stress and pressure. I've loved my time here (mostly) but it's time for a change. And unlike Samantha Sweeting, who gave up black suits, take-out dinners on the run and working weekends in exchange for baking bread and the quiet bliss of life with a gardener, I haven't had a moment of regret about my decision.