The day I woke up praying I had contracted some type of illness so I could avoid another soul-sucking day in my cubicle was the day I knew I needed to leave my job. It had been a full year where simply stepping into the office gave me an overwhelming feeling of heaviness and all-consuming dread. Suddenly, staying put for health insurance and a steady paycheck seemed like an entirely uneven exchange. I frantically texted the most trusted members of my inner circle, divulging my plan before I could grasp what a hugely challenging endeavor I had just committed myself to. I only had the intention to figure it out along the way.