Left a good job in the city

  Have you ever struggled up a steep path with a heavy backpack weighing you down, the wind battering you and a dark cloud over your head?
 I haven't either. But I think I had a similar experience every day for the past several years at my former workplace.
  And now I know how it must feel to reach a warm cabin, shrug that weight off my back and bask in front of a warm fire while listening to the rain outside.
  When I resigned from my newspaper job, I was struck by the immediate impact the decision had on my body and mind. Years of stress had taken a toll on me that I had tried, unsuccessfully, to address. The one thing I hadn't done was quit my job.
  All of a sudden, there were no deadlines imposed by other people, no demands to do extra work without extra pay, no pressure that I could be laid off.
  I sleep better, smile genuinely, move less stiffly. I eat fewer carbs but I have more energy. Even those pesky frown lines between my eyes are disappearing.
  And now I have a new outlook on work.  I realize that I don't need to struggle to get where I need to go.
  In fact, I can walk down a winding path, sharing the load, with the wind at my back and an umbrella in my hand.