ABSTRACT
I had a job I enjoyed and found very challenging. No day was ever the same. I lived in a quaint Vermont farmhouse at the foothills of the Green Mountains. I had resided in this town for over ten years so knew my way around and had a circle of friends who anchored me when my work world spiraled out of control. I was the senior student affairs administrator, and every indication suggested that I could remain in this job, in this town, living in this home, with these friends for a very long time. And yet something nagged in my mind for several years before I finally took some action. Should I pursue a Ph.D. or not?
