I was so hard on myself every time I started over. In my head I called myself a quitter. I thought maybe I just wasn’t cut out of the professional world, just wasn’t good at being an employee. I compared myself to my friends who were steadily ascending in their careers. I felt like I was doing something wrong. But something in me refused to accept a life that wasn’t sweet, wasn’t fruitful, wasn’t brimming with flavor. And now, looking back, I realize that quitting, moving, starting over, again and again until I was happy is the greatest gift I’ve ever given myself. Some people will choose the right fig the first time, and that is great. But odds are, the first fig you pick won’t be the best one for you. That’s ok—as long as you do something about it.3

— Between Plath and Didion: the most important lesson I learned in my twenties