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Oops, I Quit My Job

Nine years ago, I had a draft email sitting in my outbox for weeks. Then one day—click—my finger moved before my mind could stop it. I had officially quit my job… without a plan.

What followed was a wild, beautiful, and sometimes terrifying ride into the unknown. Sometimes, clarity doesn’t come with a plan. It comes with a moment—messy, mysterious, and wildly inconvenient.

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