I had nightmares during the first summer I worked as a student in a research laboratory. I felt terribly guilty that was I being paid to have fun, in my estimation. I got over that. The last resistance crumbled when I was sent to Florida for a seminar, in winter, that had evening hours. I spent my afternoons lazing around in a swimming pool drinking margaritas while listening to a marimba band, at company expense. At that time, I imagined the feelings of my coal-miner grandfather had he been alive and aware of what I was doing. I smiled to myself and reveled in my freedom.
After I was married still felt obliged to "work for a living" in order to maintain my rights as an adult. This was a leftover of my mother's admonitions when I was a young adult. If you didn't bring in any money to the household, you were nobody. Living in America's Heartland during several recessions made that difficult, which brought that part of my life an end with an argument between my husband and I. He said he was proud of being able to support a wife who did nothing, and he wished I would stop taking what were, frankly, humiliating jobs as well as poorly paid ones. I realized that my mother had been supporting two children and an invalid husband who was too proud to file for such benefits as were available at the time, which almost certainly weren't as many as are available now. I realized that I didn't need to do that, and therefore stopped trying to find work.
After a few years of leisure, my husband put me back to work in our own business. That was mostly fun as well as, sadly, unprofitable. He lost his job and worked from home for two years, after our business went under. Now we're both retired and neither one of us misses going to work. We've never taken a cent of taxpayer's money other than Social Security, for which we paid more than we will ever get back. And on which, I might add, we pay income tax. The government giveth with one hand and taketh with the other.
I'm happy though. And a beach is overrated. Too much sand, flies, and people.