I'm torn between which metaphor best describes my life: either I'm a mouse on a treadmill, running in place, getting nowhere, or I'm a rat in a maze, going blindly down random paths in order to get that cheese, which, face it, isn't much of a prize. Consider this: I work a high-prestige, low-paying job… Continue reading A Mouse on a Treadmill or a Rat in a Maze?