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Scott Hart's avatar

I felt this one. After high school I thought retail sales was the forever game until they got rid of commission salespeople for cheaper hourly associates. Then I thought the Army was the end game until I snapped a tendon in my shoulder. Then sales again. Then project management.

This year I quit my job for another account management role and it seems like the right pivot for my family and me professionally.

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Fumble: To try to locate something by groping blindly or clumsily; to try awkwardly to do something; to handle awkwardly or ineffectually (botch). Two roads diverged in the woods; And sorry I could not travel both; And looked down one as far as I could; Then took the other, as just as fair; And having perhaps the better claim; Because it was grassy and wanted wear; And both that morning equally lay; Oh, I marked the first for another day: Yet knowing how way leads on to way; I doubted that I should ever come back. Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood; I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference.

Today, every day seems to bring divergence. Our challenge is how to proceed without fumbling.

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