The 1001 Reasons I Quit My Job

I didn’t want to be our readers.

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That weight of the world being lifted feeling?… It’s real.

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I don’t know a good thing when I’ve got it.

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I was too exhausted to do the things

I wrote about.

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Don’t tell me to have a “Blessed Day.”

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I needed to stop flipping out about the way

my husband put away the KF&S.

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I could no longer return phone calls about

Nature Deficit Disorder,

Oppositional-Defiant Behaviors or

the Childhood Obesity Epidemic.

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I was picking my fingers until they bled.

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I wanted to sit down and

not spin about what I should be doing.

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