I resigned from Centre Stage at staff meeting this week, a move that was somewhat overdue, and now I’m on my own to a degree unprecedented. No formal ties to anything or anybody. No bridge, no net, no prospects, no plans. My friends here remain my friends, of course, so that helps, and I do enjoy the freedom. Still, there’s a certain anxiety. The last time I left a gig that had become a job was 1999. I’d been working at an ad agency and had just bought a house. On the other hand, I was nine years into a relationship that was destined to last for another eight years. Being part of a couple makes risk seem less risky and, while I’m not risk-averse, I’m not a gambler, either. Not by nature.