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I have had zero career ambition my whole life, and consequently have always been sure to get the kinds of jobs that knock off at 5 p.m. and don't require any further thought about work until 8 a.m. the next day. Partly this is because I am one of those wannabe housewives who wants to stay home with the kids, but mainly it's because I detest the idea of killing myself during my best years at some job. If I were ever able to find true fulfillment in my employment, I might feel differently, but no career has ever had that appeal for me. I definitely work to live, not the other way around.

My husband feels similarly, but he has a slightly different perspective. He is working hard and faking ambition because his driving dream is to retire as early as possible, and that dream requires money. He is consequently prepared to sacrifice his some of his younger years on the gamble that he'll live to enjoy his retirement. He probably has a more responsible view of this than I do, because I tend to succumb to the attitude of "eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we [may] die". I like to think this is why we're a good team: he keeps me responsible, and I encourage him to blow a little money occasionally on something fun. :-)

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