Pressure to compete hurt my science — and my happiness. Then I found a new way forward
Giovanni Camanni writes: It was just like any other morning. I was at the bus stop, on my way to the lab where I was a postdoctoral fellow. But as I watched the people around me — headphones dangling from their ears, eyes cast down, unsmiling faces — something began to stir inside me. They looked unhappy. And, I realized, I was one of them. Suddenly, I could no longer continue with my work life. I turned around, went back to my flat, and booked a one-way ticket to fly home the next morning.
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