During the Christmas holiday of 2017. I resigned from my very prestigious, well-paying job almost on a whim. But it wasn’t a whim – it was everything in my body sending off alarm bells in the middle of a phone conversation with my then-boss, hours before I had to go to a funeral, during the one period when the entire business shuts down, about something that wasn’t as important at the moment as she was making it. I became acutely aware of how unhappy I was, and eventually interrupted the convo to give my notice.
Naima Cochrane 