My mom and her partner have a semi-regular cat- and house-sitting gig in Hawaii. All through grad school, market, job, I turned down multiple opportunities for free lodging in Hawaii with a car because I didn’t feel I had the time or money to go. Even before deciding to resign, I said “no more.”
You know what? I’ll deal with running errands on the weekends (which I hate). I’ll deal with having to be at work every morning by 8am (I was fine with 9-5 when it was the archives, and that was 6 days a week). I’ll even deal with having to wear nylons occasionally.
Anything, to get out from under the crushing load of guilt that I SHOULD ALWAYS BE WORKING.