It seems lately a lot of people have been cutting the corporate umbilical cord and moving into their own wombs filled with fluid hope. With so many grabbing the nearest pair of scissors, I'm sure there will come a time when you’ll want to do it, too. At the very least you’ll want to consider it, run the numbers, see what it might look like on a spreadsheet, what it might feel like in your chest.

Here’s a word of advice. Don’t.

Stay in your cubicle.

Your colleagues love how you make them laugh. And your boss’ anus just loves the taste of your nose. After all that’s what your life was supposed to be about.

Life is nice and predictable there. You’ve got so much going for you. A paycheck. A schedule. A rulebook. A retirement plan. Probably decent health insurance.

It’s risky out here beyond the corporate walls. Out here life is a little like an every-native-for-himself jungle, and we don’t need someone new yelling their own Tarzan tune and using up more tree vines. We need all the vines we can get our hands on.

Besides, you’re not trained. This vine-swinging ain't easy. And you’re no monkey. You could experience a Batman-comics-style SPLAT! against a tree. Have a head on collision your fears. Get bit by your insecurities. Slip and fall on something pointy.

Then what? Who’s going to pay for your doctor’s visit? You and your $5,000 deductible?

Screw that. You’d have to learn and make time to bandage it yourself between RFPs.

Nah.

Stay where you are. It’s nice and safe there. And they probably serve egg nog at the Christmas party, but not till after Secret Santa.