When I decided to be done with life, the job was the first thing to go. Buh-freakin-bye. And let me tell you, there’s a moment of pure, blissful emancipation inherent in the simplicity of the decision to not – ever – return to the place or the people that have led to your demise. In my case, I think it was my first real act of rebellion in life. A resounding “NOPE!” to life’s ceaseless demands and ‘musts’ and obligations.