I worried that people would be disappointed in me, I worried that no one would care what I did any more because I wasn’t actively volunteering, I worried that I would lose my purpose and drift through Sundays. There were a lot of feelings I had. And yet, officially on April 27th I cut my rope. It wasn’t this heroic thing. It was more like, God, I don’t feel like I have it in me to continue in this capacity any more.