When I was just starting out management didn’t seem like a career choice; it seemed like an inevitable. Something that would just sort of happen once I got old enough — like wrinkles, or gray hair, or distinctly unfashionable pants. I figured: You work long enough, you’ll manage someone. I liked the idea of managing because it felt like progress. I wanted that nebulous trophy of achievement. I wanted it bad. But then something important happened. 5 Key Things I Wish…