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I Quit My 6-Figure Job to Find Freedom

And I’m scared as hell

It’s been exactly two months since I walked through the exit turnstile of my Corporate America Sugar Daddy (aka my employer) for the last time. As I sauntered out the building (because that’s what one does when they’re being bold with their life — they saunter), I felt light and giddy. Like a seven-year-old on the eve of her first Disney World trip.