Being a grown up

Here I am, 45 years old, realizing what it means to be a grown up. It seemed different in my parents' generation. I remember thinking they didn't seem to enjoy life a whole lot. I have my job I need to do every day, but after that I get to spend time with the family, just doing fun things. It can be a bike ride, playing playstation (and almost always losing), doing chores around the house with everybody helping, but I enjoy it much more than I think my parents did. Maybe it's also because I am choosing to focus around family rather than work. I learned a few years ago from someone who had been fairly successful one of his secrets. He finished work every day at 5. He said some mornings he had to get up at 4:30, but by God he was done by 5 to spend time with the family. All things considered, a good idea.