I gave notice at my job.
It wasn't easy and it scares me a bit but I am so happy to know there is an end date in sight.
I am not quite sure if giving a notice during those times counts as a success story but it does feel that way. I work in a corporate environment and the job is stressful to the point of leaving me with little or no energy for family, hobbies and things that matter in general. I spent too many evenings and weekends working from home or sitting around anxious about work and unable to enjoy free time. Afraid to take vacation because a week off meant a month of unpaid overtimes desperately trying to catch up.
If the Covid situation on top of couple of years of stress, performance, stress, performance, ... taught me something it is that no nice salary and free coffee in a noisy open-space office can make up for the life spent without time and energy for people and activities that are important and so so temporary. So with husband's approval I now hope to get a job away from corporate and without long commute. Which will certainly equal about half of my income will be gone but I am kind of looking forward to having energy for being frugal. Or just sensible rather than paying for quick fixes and shortcuts. And I cannot wait to leave the shiny downtown office with all the hustle and competition.
In many ways it is scary to leave what many consider to be path to success but I have had more than enough and I am getting way too old to chase anyone else's definition of success and security.