I got a lot of words of encouragement and congratulations from my last post about quitting my job (thanks, guys!). I was a little nervous after my last day: what would I do? Would I get bored? What if I ran out of money and had to take some crappy job to make ends meet? When I used to think about being unemployed, I would visibly shudder and visualize myself in this scenario: I’m wrapped in a threadbare blanket, eating beans out of a tin can, and rattling an empty coffee cup at strangers for their spare change. My mind went to the very worst case scenario because “unemployed” was a dirty, shameful word that couldn’t be uttered when someone asked you, “So, what do you do?”. Now that I have been unemployed for a little over 6 weeks now (and totally on my own accord), that pretty visual that I would play in my head could not be more wrong.