I'm quitting my job today to make room for the next thing.
That there is no actual next thing planned is not stopping me.
Here's the problem. I'm using my present job to mark time and it's become a great way to avoid or delay those things I actually do care about. I'm giving my two weeks today--I'll be out by September 15th and then...
...well, then we'll just see what happens. I'm also going to get the house ready to sell. I don't need architecture to keep me rooted, either.
This isn't the first time I've taken a leap. It doesn't stop it from being scary and I admit to anxiousness. But I do believe that sometimes life needs a full stop to get over the routine of existence, and kick-start actually living it again.