Be careful what you wish for!
I went back to school for five years in my early thirties and five years later landed what should be a dream job. Well, eight months in, I may have a decent wage and I appear to have my life together on the outside, but I'm close to a breakdown with all the stress and pressure the job brings. I've had to abandon all my hobbies, the hours mean I don't get many weekends off and I rarely have any sort of social life.
Some days I long for a menial, low paid job in a factory again, where I can forget about work when I leave at the end of the day. Money and prestige aren't worth a damn if you don't have your mental health!