Back in January of 2007, I quit my job. It was a time of excitement because I was leaving to travel the world for a year with the Big Man. It was also a time of straight up terror- because Hello!- I quit my job.
The terror came from the fact that I was breaking the mold of a traditional path: get your degree & get a job. I had definitely done that. But now I was leaving, selling my belongings & traveling the world. I was, gasp, at odds with the status quo. And a surprisingly large number of people had no problem informing me of this fact…