Following my bliss into a new line of work feels a bit like having an affair. There's a definite sense of getting away with something at least vaguely illicit. I've traded the secure and steady for the unknown and uncertain; the routine for an unpredictable future. The best part is I risk only my pay check - not my relationship with my adorable and supportive husband. It lacks the whole destructive and hurtful part, so I'm liking it.
