When I lost the job that I thought was the stepping stone towards the career I wanted, then was laid up for several months after having surgery, and realized the path my life was on was NOT a path I wanted to be on, and the future it was leading to, I didn't like. Hit a dark spot. Did some thinking as a result of the aforementioned, made some 1, 2, 5, 10 year plans, and realized that the future I'd always fantasized about could actually happen. A future that does not involve an ambitious career and making lots of money, but means finding a plot of land where there are forests, waterfalls, trees and seasons, making my cabin, and living off the land. And I am left alone. I just need a job in the real world in the interim to continue with that plan. A strange thing. I could swear there were times past when a person could make the decision I made, and just head out into the unknown with a knapsack and make it happen.