It was a clear and crisp fall morning on November 23rd when I walked into the office to talk to my boss. I had left my formal letter of resignation and a personal note regarding the resignation on his desk that Friday afternoon after he had left the office for the weekend. From the Friday that I left the letter and note until just before stepping into his office that morning, my stomach was filled with hyperactive butterflies dancing around. I wasn’t scared, I was excited. I felt free. I felt like everything I wanted for myself was on the other side of this waiting excitedly to come into my existence. It felt good- like this spiritual leap of faith was the right move.