02/01/2026
Call me Dr. Miller 🎉....wait...you can't.
I’ve been labeled smart and high-achieving for as long as I can remember. The follow-up was always the same
“You're gonna be a doctor one day.”
Funny thing is… that was never actually my dream. I wanted to be an actress.
Anxiety said absolutely not. So we pivoted 🤷🏾♀️😂
Fast forward a few decades and I enrolled in a DSW during a season of life that, in hindsight, made zero sense.
I had just graduated.
Just gotten married.
Just had my first child.
..During COVID....
Objectively, it was chaos...like actual madness.
If I’m being real, enrolling wasn’t about alignment. It was about fulfilling a narrative I’d been handed a long time ago...the idea that the next rung was the right rung simply because it existed.
At some point, I had to ask myself a harder question...
Was I doing this because it served my goals, or because it served an identity I was expected to live up to? Was I trying to validate the hopes and faith people had in me?....Was I embodying "work twice as hard" or "be twice as good" to compete as a black woman?...Did I just want to be called Dr. Jenn?
It took me years to realize that dropping out was discernment.
The work I care about didn’t stop. My competence didn’t disappear. My impact didn’t suddenly require different letters behind my name to be valid.
Do I respect doctoral education? Absolutely.
Do I think I may go back one day? Possibly.
But only when it actually aligns with my life, my goals, and the kind of work I want to be doing.
This felt like an important reminder, especially in social work...especially as a minority...especially as a high achieving black girl
You are allowed to choose alignment over applause.
You are allowed to step off a path that no longer fits.
You are allowed to be done proving how capable you are.
Sometimes the most self-respecting move is saying, “Not now.”
🔸️Curious if anyone else has ever realized they were chasing a goal that belonged to an old version of them.