I'm giving up the PhD ... and therefore, this blog. I am relieved. I should feel like a failure, but I don't. I played a few hands, and I can't bluff anymore, I got nuthin' ... This isn't my dream. It only ties me to Wyoming longer than I want to be tied here. I may return again later, but for now, I'm relieved. I can drink wine, make dinner, read for PLEASURE again, this is okay. A PhD won't earn me any more money. I could make a call tomorrow, move to No Cal and nearly double my salary. I'm giving myself a year, maybe 18 months, to get my affairs in order, and then I'm going to start the search. There's a 4-year itch for me with jobs, I stay 4-5 years, then have to move on. I don't want to move to Philly. I love the excitement of the east coast, for maybe 72 hours at a time. I love the laid back, wine-country of the west coast for life.
This is good. I put the 14 textbooks to the side of the living room, letting them die a quick, easy death. I cooked my heart out today, I drank far too much, and vowed that along with this decision, I would become the healthy, beautiful soul I know I am.
There are a few people I know will be slightly disappointed, but they will love me anyway. Nothing lost.
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