I had fully soaked up another trait of Silicon Valley: the need for next. I had done well by walking away many times before when I did not feel great about my career situation. And, once again, I had begun to hear the far-off warning bells that Nora Ephron wrote about so insightfully in Heartburn, her veiled novel recounting the breakup of her marriage with Carl Bernstein. Ephron wrote: “And then the dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.”
