I need to take your advice and make that “Fuck Money” tag on my email. I recently gave up my lucrative career to chase something more fulfilling. (I wrote about it, if you’re curious.) Some days, as the bills grow and the means to pay them shrinks, I feel like I made the wrong choice.
Even poor, I see that the callous from where I chew my knuckle — a nervous tick I have when stressed — has healed over.
I never thought it would.