I sold real estate for years and quite frankly don't like it anymore, so haven't sold a house in 4 or 5 years - just sort of fizzled out. My family doesn't financially need me to work, but it would sure help. I really haven't found anything else I would like to do at this point. I am generally busy, but not with work. A couple of things have come to mind from this, and it has taken me a while to make this connection. First, I wonder if I keep this pain thing going so that I don't have to move forward; why I'd do this I am not sure. The other thing is I have this disturbing feeling deep inside of me, the feeling that my mother with her misplaced Presbyterian work ethic frowns on me for not slogging out a 60 hour work week, making myself useful. She has never totally verbalized this but this is how she thinks. Instead of coming right out and saying this, she makes subtle snide comments. Only my sister and I are able to truly pick up on her judgemental mindset. Just thought I'd write this out rather than just think it. Thanks to anyone who reads it!