I’d get in the car and start driving. I’d go and have the conversation I’ve been afraid to have for years
… or I’d be paralyzed with fear like I’ve been for the rest of my life.
… or if I’m being honest, I’d most likely grab a bottle of tequila, fall off the wagon, and find out what I actually want to do that way.
Accidentally hitting reply-to-all on a company wide email and more or less stating that I wanted to be transferred to another team.
There was a new team forming elsewhere, and in fairness, it was a great opportunity in a lot of ways. But… I didn’t get the transfer until another batch of jobs opened a few months later.
That… was a long few months.