The Big Break
on quitting, pivoting, and the tyranny of the streak.
It started innocently enough.
It was March 19, 2020.
Four months after my now-husband and I moved in together.
One week after we’d been sent home from work, ostensibly for a few days, to stop the spread of the virus.
In the pre-COVID days, he spent half the month traveling for his job, which led me to think cohabitation would be an easy adjustment. The jo…