That said, I taught English for a year when my wife took a job in another part of the state, and I couldn't find a band gig. Biggest regret of my life. Left me traumatized, nearly broken, and I still have literal nightmares of the experience.
The next year, I did what I should have done in the first place, which was take a band job (or stay where I was) even though it meant living apart from my wife for a year. It wasn't easy, but I was a different person, a better person, than I was the year before. Neither of us regret the decision, and now I'm at a school where we live under the same roof and have about the same 15-minute commute to work. I will never teach another subject again, not because of the bad experience, but because it doesn't align with my career goals and won't help me get to where I want to be by the time I retire.