In the last six months, something began to build inside me. A bug. A feeling. An intuition. While I was working at the best job I have ever been at (and probably ever will be at), I still began to feel it. A scratch. An irritation. This feeling was the growing thought that I had something more to do, and that if I sat in my comfortable desk chair for the next five to fifteen years, I would look back at my life and come to the conclusion that I had never tried it.

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