It took about three months. Three months of an existential crisis boiling inside before I realized what had to happen.
I had to move.
I had to drastically move.
Vague plans began to form: save money, quit job, figure out travel plans, travel and work on projects.
Intense travel fixes everything, right? It breaks ruts. It smashes routines. It obliterates obligations. Tomorrow will be better. Everybody is always happier, healthier, and more successful tomorrow.