Each time I've mustered the guts to choose something I felt drawn toward, but wasn't a part of the original plan, I have been rewarded with more joy in my life. Don't get me wrong; the joy is often preceded by absolute terror and uncertainty, but the joy is worth the temporary discomfort.
I had grown so tired and so very bored of my corporate life, glamorous as it looked on the outside, that I wanted to scream and not stop. It was truly a case of "it's not you, it's me" and I wanted to break up with my job in the very worst way. But, I couldn't, even though I knew it was for the best.