If I get fed up I think back to my old job.
Driving up to 200 miles a day, as a rep covering Kent and Essex and sometimes S E London too. Targets, pressure, aggro, office politics and when I did the maths all I took home was £74 a day plus the car, and I don't really care about cars. And I used to work 50 hours a week
minimum, sometimes up to 70 hours. And all the time dancing to someone else's tune.
I work harder now in some ways, and have less 'status' whatever that is, but I do what I need to or want to.
And I know what my house looks like in the daytime!