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The Transition You Didn't Choose

September 21, 20265 min read

Almost everything written about transition assumes you chose it. You decided to leave, you decided to start something, you decided it was time, and the writing meets you at the moment of deciding.

There's another kind, and it's far more common. The kind where somebody else decided, the decision was made above you, and you found out afterwards in a meeting that lasted eleven minutes.

That's the version almost nobody writes for.

The run-up you don't get

When you choose a transition, you get a run-up. Weeks or months where you're turning it over, testing it against people you trust, imagining the version of yourself on the other side. By the time it happens you've already partly become the person who does it.

When it's imposed, you get none of that. The change is complete before you've had a single private thought about it, and you're expected to start responding to it immediately, professionally, in front of people.

So she does what capable women do. She manages the room she's in, she thanks the person delivering the news, and she goes home and starts working out the practical implications the same evening.

What she doesn't get is the run-up, and she never gets it back. The processing that should have happened before now has to happen alongside everything else, at the same time as she's expected to look settled.

What she actually lost

It's usually described as a job, and it's almost never only that.

She lost the thing she was building. Not the title, the work underneath it, the piece she'd been putting together for years and could see the shape of.

She lost the people, and not in the sense that they've disappeared, but the specific arrangement of them, the ones who knew what she was good at without being told.

She lost the version of herself that made sense in that context. She knew who she was in that building, and outside it the answer is much less obvious than she'd like.

And she lost the story she was telling about where this was going. That one is the quietest and it's usually the heaviest, because it was doing a lot of work she hadn't noticed until it stopped.

Being asked to be positive about it

She is asked to be positive about it, almost straight away, and usually by people who mean well. New opportunity, fresh start, everything happens for a reason, you'll look back on this.

And she does it, because she's capable and because everyone around her is visibly relieved when she does.

What gets missed is that she's being asked to perform recovery while she's still absorbing the loss, and the performance costs more than the loss does.

Grief is a reasonable response to this. It's a reasonable response to losing something you built over twenty years, and it would be granted immediately in almost any other context, but here it's quietly treated as a bad attitude. So she grieves privately and adapts publicly, and the two run alongside each other for months.

I watched a woman spend her evenings and her weekends on self care so that she could keep absorbing a situation that should never have been hers to absorb. A different woman, same pattern. Sleep, exercise, boundaries, the whole apparatus, all of it deployed in service of tolerating something structural.

That isn't resilience. That's a structural problem handed to an individual to manage, and then called a wellbeing issue when she starts to buckle under it.

Where this shows up outside work

The women who recognise this will recognise it in places that have nothing to do with a job.

The move made for someone else's role. The family decision that was presented as joint and was never really yours. The care that fell to you because it fell to somebody and you were the one standing closest.

Same mechanics. Something significant changed, you didn't choose it, and you're expected to be fine about it because on paper it was reasonable.

Why self-anchoring matters most here

Resilience is real, and I'm not interested in arguing against it. It gets you through. What it doesn't do is get you through with yourself intact, and that gap is at its widest when you had no say in what went.

Transition Intelligence is the capability of thinking clearly and staying anchored in who you are while everything around you is shifting. It isn't a personality trait and it isn't something you either have or don't have, because it can be learned.

In an imposed transition, the piece that matters most is self-anchoring. When you choose a change, you take your sense of yourself with you and you already know why you're doing it. When the change is done to you, the external markers of your value are removed without your agreement, and what's left is only what you actually know about yourself.

If that's been sitting inside the role for twenty years, it takes real work to find.

Uncertainty is never comforting

I'm not going to tell you that uncertainty is exciting, because it isn't, and I think women can tell when they're being sold that line.

What I will say is that the first useful move isn't deciding what's next. It's working out precisely where you are, which sounds obvious and almost nobody does it, because the pressure is all in the direction of having an answer for other people.

Before you know where you're going, you need an honest account of what you've lost, what you're carrying that isn't yours, and what's still true about you regardless of what was removed.

Where that work starts

If you're in the middle of a change you didn't choose, this is the piece I'd do first.

I run something called a Locate Session. Ninety minutes, online, and the entire point of it is to establish where you actually are now rather than where you're supposed to be by now. What's gone, what's still yours, and what this next period is for.

It's USD 300, with a short set of questions after you book so I've done the thinking before you sit down rather than during.

Book a Locate Session here.

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