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Forced Reset

This story and the several comments resonate with me. I would be one of those "Tech vets" looking for a reset. A few weeks ago, I chatted with a woman who calls herself a career pivot coach. She told me that she talks to a lot of people just like me - at some cross-roads in the life where they must have a choice to change or reset on their own or will have the choice made for them. I had set up that appointment with L because I have the very same fears. Pushing that reset button feels incredibly hard because it is easy to keep doing what you have done for the longest time and got good at even it happens to deplete your soul of joy. There is a certainty and control that comes with staying in the rut. A few of my peers are waiting for the choice to be made for them. 

I can think of two women one in her mid 40s and the other in her mid 60s who are in very comfortable tech jobs and think they could be cut in the next round of layoffs. Both seem to want that decision made for them almost as it it would free them up to push that reset button. But knowing them I know they will find it emotionally difficult even though they wish so much to have a forcing function to reset. Lucky are those who can find a gentle path to transition into a whole new world without it needing it come in the wake of a traumatic event. The short conversation with L gave me plenty to think about but it also clarified to me how unready I was mentally to do what I have long craved to do.

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