I have an obsession with happy endings. With symbolism. With wanting things to make sense, tie in a metaphorical bow.
When I quit my job a year ago, I didn’t have a plan. Not a clue of where life would take me or a defined goal I wanted to achieve. Despite all of the anxiety I felt while making the decision, I took comfort in the movie like quality of it all. Of throwing caution to the wind and embracing a life that was meant to find me.
The romantic that I am, I expected a clear and somewhat immediate resolution. That the twists and turns…
