From the archive

You didn't change your mind. You got scared

The job takes another year. The conversation you won't have becomes another year of pretending. The place you keep meaning to leave starts feeling permanent. You get better at tolerating what you once said was temporary. Then you compare the worst possible outcome of changing with a strangely generous version of staying. Changing could be humiliating, expensive, exhausting. Staying apparently costs nothing at all. Really? Nothing? Then why have you been complaining about it every fucking week?