Every two weeks, I share my thoughts about investing, career transitions, meaningful work, parenting, living intentionally, and other topics that engage me. I'm in my fifties and still trying to figure stuff out.
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Welcome. 👋 Every two weeks, I share thoughts and curated links on investing, career transitions, meaningful work, parenting, living intentionally, and other topics that interest me. Was this newsletter forwarded to you? See past issues and subscribe here. She Was Both On the first of April, I’ll be starting a new job at a different firm. I’m fired up. I'll be working with former colleagues I've known for decades. The role couldn’t be a better fit for my background, experience, and temperament. I'll be back in the world of institutional equities, which I’ve missed more than I expected. And, I'll be in Boston a few days a week, which feels energizing. Accepting the offer wasn't a difficult decision. I want to be clear about that. But knowing you're making the right move doesn't mean you get to skip the honestly difficult part of leaving. I've only been in my current role at the bank for sixteen months. I expected to be there for much longer. Still, it was long enough to get to know people, build trust, and feel responsible for relationships that were still in the early stages. There’s a lot about my experience at Bath Savings Trust Company that was genuinely and emphatically positive. The people care deeply about their work and their community. They're good people. So the hard part isn't the decision. It’s the conversations. When I told M, a client, I was leaving, she didn't sugarcoat it. She told me she was upset. And I understood why. It had taken her time to trust me. I replaced my predecessor soon after her mother’s estate was settled. While she was still grieving, we developed an investment plan for the assets together. Throughout the process, she asked question after question. She wasn’t trying to be difficult. She felt a real responsibility to understand what she had been given and to handle it well. I respected her earnestness and always looked forward to our meetings. At one point, she said, almost apologetically, that she knew she could be needy. But that wasn't how I experienced her at all. She cared. She wanted to learn. She wanted to do right by her mother. What stayed with me was what came next. After telling me she was upset, she said she was also happy for me. She wished me luck. She told me she knew I wouldn't make a decision like this lightly. She was upset and supportive. She was both. That meant a lot to me. Not because I needed permission, but because she reflected something that I'd been trying to name. You can be fully certain about where you're going and still feel the weight of what you're leaving behind. I'm not conflicted about this move. I'm excited about it. But I also want to leave on good terms. I want the people I worked with, my colleagues and clients, to know that the relationships were real, that the time mattered, and that my leaving takes nothing away from that. Onward. Stuff To Share
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Every two weeks, I share my thoughts about investing, career transitions, meaningful work, parenting, living intentionally, and other topics that engage me. I'm in my fifties and still trying to figure stuff out.