For years I raced top speed uphill with a full load on my back. Some days I careened downhill with no brakes or power steering. And I did it gladly. I liked my job and I relished the responsibility. Demands and obligations ruled my sleep, my diet, and my personal life. Alarm clocks, deadlines, and pressure sucked away at my health and my humanity. I didn’t need a doctor, a therapist, or a psychiatrist to hand me a diagnosis. I gained weight. I suffered anxiety attacks. I spent the little precious time I’ve been allotted in this world with people who only wanted what I could do for them. I stopped enjoying my profession. I had given all I could. I wanted something in return for a change. I worked top speed until the end, honoring my responsibilities. I held the line until I handed it to my replacement. I looked out for the very people who would not remember who I was after I was gone. Then I walked away and refused to look back. I kept my old li