A lot of well-meaning folks told me I shouldn’t leave my job. They said I’d be crazy to walk away. It was too great a job. And it really was, which was why I told myself that, too. That I couldn’t leave. That I wasn’t ready. That even though my bones ached to break free and go out on my own, it wasn’t time. That I wasn’t
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