Many years ago, in another time and place (and career), a competitor offered me an attractive management position as a member of its commercial real estate team. I was happy at my present company where I enjoyed my colleagues and the work, but the offer was enticing.
I considered the pros and cons and could not make up my mind. I sought advice from family members and friends. No one said go; no one said stay; no one gave me guidance on what to do. I looked for signs everywhere – sometimes words in hymns and sermons speak to me – but I found no direction. Finally, because I was 55 and knew offers at that age were rare, I decided to make the leap.
What a mistake! It was a disaster from the get-go: the responsibilities were enormous without much increase in pay, and the worst part was the announcement shortly after I joined that the new company would be merging with a conglomerate that had a horrible reputation.
Soon, my old company came calling, presenting me with a lovely bouquet of flowers. I couldn’t get back there fast enough! Later, I discussed my dilemma with a colleague. “I looked everywhere for a sign,” I said, “and there were none.” Kim looked at me and replied, “And that was the sign.”
P.S. At the age of 68, I was asked to make a move again and join the staff of an elected official, a position I still hold.