My sister just changed careers. With my family's cheerful encouragement and support.
I'm happy for her. Her last job was ridiculous and she was miserable. And the new one sounds really neat and has lots of potential.
One question. How miserable do I have to be before I will have my family's cheerful support in making a change?
How many days have to end in frustrated tears? How many humiliating meetings with my advisor? How many creative answers to questions about my progress from well-meaning family members? How many more fake smiles and artificial conversations about how great it is to be stuck with this decision I made for myself more than four years ago, before marriage, before motherhood?
I am ashamed to want to quit. Much has been invested in me finishing. So although there is no future for me in this career in South. And we are paying for daycare though I make no income. And Charlie learned to shake his head "no" at daycare which makes me think he hears it a lot (I'm not one of those people. But it still makes me worry). I will find some way to drag myself through the rest of this process.
But it won't be for me.