How Not to Quit Your Job

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The morning I decide to quit my job, I wake up with an unfamiliar sense of conviction. A sort of athletic confidence, based in the core, like a new set of abs. Carefully, I fold myself out of bed. I pause by the window, place a hand on the frame, and peer out into the fog, a thick swath of wet gauze. “Are you sure about this, Mel?” I say, because I know myself. I haven’t done a sit up since college.