BY ABBY WEST I am a grown-ass woman. And I was a grown-ass woman a few years back when I received a job offer that thrilled me to no end — but also made me challenge my whole concept of what I’m capable of. It came at a time after I’d been laid off in one of the ever-increasing rounds of cuts that signaled the death march to the end of Time Inc. I’d taken a pay cut in the job after that, which made things tight for this single mother with teens, but I’d weathered that storm as I’d figured out what was next, knowing it was time to pivot out of traditional magazines and journalism. This new job offer gave me that pivot, put me back to my last top salary, and bonus, it came with stock. I was thrilled.