I learned after long soul-searching that my interest in the status of a job (and all that goes with that false value), and my dedication to having an academic career mean that I am trying to prove something to somebody that doesn’t need proving.
“Going into work matters too much to you” was the message of a particularly symbolic and insightful dream.
For some reason I knew I needed to write a book. And I did—one for my field of library science. Did I need the discipline or did I need the credential? Or did I need both?
My motive is hard to fathom.