In all my life, and that’s a long time, in all the jobs I’ve ever had, I’ve never just up and QUIT without something else lined up, another source of ready income queued up and ready to go.
I’ve always done the sensible thing, because, well, because I have always had to be sensible, making sure The Kid had a roof over his head, food on the table, kicks on his feet. Now that he’s grown and self-sufficient (so proud of that), and my husband’s business has emerged from the economic downturn and is humming along, well, it seemed like the right time to do things differently. To have my turn.
To just QUIT.