When I resigned my job as editor in chief of More magazine to become a freelance writer, I was nearly immobilized by fear. For the several months I stayed at my desk while my successor was wooed and hired, I would look around and think to myself, "You chump." What kind of fool gives up a job like this with an assistant and an expense account and a corporate jet and a car service. Not to mention the corporate jets and hobnobbing with the likes of Jamie Lee Curtis, Sigourney Weaver and Meryl Streep.
I had 20/20 vision for the trimmings and trappings that would no longer be mine. The future? That was a much hazier place. I couldn't foresee some of the wonderful things that would happen in my new, reimagined career: that I would have the ability to schedule my own time - writing at five a.m. one day, knocking off at midafternoon another to play Scrabble with a friend - or that I would travel to so many countries on assignment that I'd have to add a new section of pages to myRead More »from Career Change: Do You Suffer Rearview Mirror Syndrome?