Early in my career, I had a job where Back-to-School was make-it-or-break-it time. For years, I'd dream that I hadn't presented BTS to my biggest account, even after I'd changed industries completely. Since FIRE, they've finally gone away. I do, occasionally, wake with the feeling that I have to "do something", I usually just go back to sleep until the urge passes.
Not sure if this is the best place to post this, but watch me sidebar here: One of my colleagues at my last job was past retirement age, but had a terrible case of OMY. I finally talked her into retiring, and she did so not long after I did. She only lived about two and a half years longer and died a couple of weeks ago. I miss her terribly, but take comfort that my pushing her to retire meant that at least she had a little time to enjoy life. So fucking sad. RIP, Gloria.
Edited for typo.