In 2016, I was laid off from a job in oil and gas. I didn’t think of it as a pivot. I thought of it as a horrible inconvenience — an annoying hole in my CV. My only thought was to get back to something similar as fast as humanly possible.
It took me a full year to realise I didn’t want to go back.
Not because I hated the work. I had actually enjoyed a lot about it — enjoyed, not loved. But the longer I was away, the more I could feel that climbing back into the fossil fuel saddle had become quietly less tempting. The reason came later, after a lot of introspection, a few heavy coconut moments (the kind that leave a dent in your head and turn on a few lightbulbs), and eventually letting go of a professional identity I’d been carrying for too long.
That’s what I’ve come to call the quiet pivot. Not a big leap. Not a clean break. Not a reinvention story with an applause line. Just the in-between period where the old work doesn’t quite fit anymore, and the new one hasn’t fully formed.