Today marks a year since I quit my job as a consultant in London and moved back home to Belgrade. I will probably never forget the anxiety that the lead up to handing my notice caused: There were daily conferences with my parents since I decided on my course of action six months before, countless drunken discussions with friends, nights spent imagining a destitute, broken life that I feared my decision would lead me to, and, most unpleasantly, pervasive doubt in my own decision-making abilities.
Behind all this drama was a very strong gut feeling that I wanted to quit and have a year or more to travel, write and see what else I could do with my life outside the corporate realm.
I decided to take the leap on a day after I initially planned. On D-day, I got cold feet, then promptly realized that postponing my decision made me deeply unhappy, so I went ahead. Although it was sad to say goodbye to my friends and colleagues in London, I have never second-guessed my decision.