A couple of years ago I went skiing for a weekend with friends. While I learned to ski at 2, and raced until my teens, the number of times I skied in the intervening 20 (gulp) years could be counted on one hand.
So I rented skis that weekend, and had a BLAST. My skiing was rough, but it felt soooo good. I remember standing at the top of the hill at Silverstar thinking, "why don't I do this more often."
But I went back home to my hellish, demanding 80-hr a week job that had me travelling half the month. Then I got laid off that summer!
A year away from turning 40, instead of just getting another job, I made a list of all the things I wanted to be doing, and wasn't. I had always wanted to write a novel, and never found time. And I wanted to SKI.
So I sold my house, moved up island to where the ski resort is, and started writing. I still freelance in my old career to make enough money to write, and ski. Last winter my goal was to get my skiing back to where I could pass the CSIA Level 1. I passed at the end of the year.
This year I am teaching part-time, so free season pass, and loving every minute of it.
So I would say, skiing taught me that money is not enough. You have to do the things that make you happy, and if you don't have enough time for them, then something's gotta give!