It's a maturity thing. I worked 80+ hours a week in my 20's, couldn't understand why anyone (my co-workers) wouldn't. The work fascinated me, and was secondary to getting spannered in bars and clubs, which is what others my age were doing.
Things slowed in my 30's - the social thing got more important, and I'd seen and done enough to realize how appallingly inefficient most of planet earth is, so I started doing stuff on the side for myself. Net effect is my work week dropped to maybe 50/60 hours a week. When I hit 42 I became a father, and now 40 hours a week seems unobtainable. I probably average no more than 35.
You choose your path. What seems right today may not be right tomorrow. I regret none of it, and given the chance would do it exactly the same again.
Things slowed in my 30's - the social thing got more important, and I'd seen and done enough to realize how appallingly inefficient most of planet earth is, so I started doing stuff on the side for myself. Net effect is my work week dropped to maybe 50/60 hours a week. When I hit 42 I became a father, and now 40 hours a week seems unobtainable. I probably average no more than 35.
You choose your path. What seems right today may not be right tomorrow. I regret none of it, and given the chance would do it exactly the same again.