Six years ago, I applied for a PhD program. I wanted to further my ability to make a difference in the lives of children. Also, I was comfortable in the university environment and didn’t want to leave. I loved my coursework, I loved teaching college courses, and I loved working at the university’s Center for Teaching and Learning. I was eager to do research.
Things changed a little when my son was born. As I spent more time with him, I became less eager to do research, but I was still interested. I plugged along and made slow, steady progress. Then, when my daughter was born and died shortly after; I lost all interest in research. Now it’s a year later and my interest in the kind of research I was doing for my dissertation hasn’t come back. I’m interested in plenty of other things, but I no longer care about being a university professor. I have finally admitted this to myself and officially ended my career as a doctoral student. This decision is not without regret, but on the whole, I feel better having made it.