I just took back time in my twenties. I quit my job (well, gave four weeks notice). I figured I’d rather be poor and happy than have regrets. Don’t worry, I have something small lined up. I’ll surely miss the lovely ladies in my office, and I feel a lot of sadness about that. For now, I’m gonna go drink a beer and keep telling myself that I’m a dreamer and a go-getter and not a quitter. I finally can breathe again.