You sound similar to me. For me, every day was “Monday.” Even when I had jobs filled with work I enjoyed and people I liked, I never once felt that it was preferable to any of the dozen or so other things I’d like to be doing. The best jobs, regardless of the actual work and people, were those located in a place I wanted to live and with the combination of pay and hours that let me pursue my own interests.

I was a computer programmer (something I always did as a hobby) working for an amazing company with amazing people (before it got sold to investor types). I thought that was a great job.

But it was the salt mines compared to moving to the lakeshore and taking a job looking after a small village where the work itself was some of worst I’d ever done and the people were no great shakes either.

The commute was pretty much traffic free past fields and trees. Get home, stroll down to the shore and spend 20 minutes or so fishing for supper, successfully often enough. Enough time, money, and mental energy to devote to learning new things through online classes. Building, outfitting, and using a shop. Snowshoeing or canoeing practically on our doorstep instead of having to pack up and drive somewhere.