How Blige and Bono helped me quit my job.
A month after I turned 50, I quit my job. I said goodbye to a decent salary (as far as the non-profit sector goes) with a future untold. The poet Mary Oliver reminds us that “something brighter than money moves through our blood,” and I had sensed its pull. I was almost nine years into my monogamous relationship with my job, and I’d been in the game long enough to know that I run on something akin to a seven…