Last Day Regrets?

I spent my last day at work in Minnesota; closing off some relationships and making sure they were adequately transferred over.  One of those relationships was with the Minnesota Vikings.

The photo is from a helmet that was sitting on their front desk when we checked in.  Of course, it had to be of my favorite player, Harrison Smith.

If you're a reader of this space, you likely know of my love for my favorite football team.  I'm a huge fan, and have been so for most of my life.  And to think that I was able to negotiate a massive million dollar win-win sponsorship with them as part of my job still seems surreal.  I can't believe how fortunate I was to be able to do that kind of work.

As we were walking through the stadium and I was able to see my work team's handiwork on full display, I felt a huge sense of pride.  I was immediately was struck by the thought, "What in the hell are you doing?  Why are you walking away from this?"

Almost as instantly, another voice was in my head and answering the question: "Because it's just not worth it."

Indeed, the stress, psychosis, abuse, and misalignment with my core values was so weighty that I'd walk away from doing things like being able to partner with my favorite sports team of all time.  

That seems a horrible shame, but quite telling at the same time.