That’s what it cost.
Exactly one year ago yesterday, I quit my job. I had my reasons. Like every major life decision, though, the sabbatical was propelled more by what I couldn’t do any longer than what I wanted to do going forward. It’s a simpler need to satisfy, anyway; picking one path from an endless selection of paths can be overwhelming, but knowing you need to get the hell off the path you’re on is a great deal more intuitive.