I got into vim because it made total sense to me as a way to transfer thoughts to words, I loved it , I lived it and I love it and live it. Then I heard about emacs org-mode – after trying for ages to find the "software to organise my life" (pick your poison).
I found it to be totally workable, initially, via doom-emacs.
Then they said "You won't believe Magit".
I didn't leave my wife, instead I invited everyone into my world.
True, I had been fooling around looking for a wife. I hit on vim. She was perfect. In her world there were people who knew all about perfection – no surprise – until I met her beautiful sister. I fell in love with her. Then I met a relation of hers (her name was Magic, also beautiful) and I invited them all back to what became their place where I am now welcome too.
Off topic this but your phrase "lest the Scotsmen come by" intrigued me. It sounds vaguely idiomatic but I don't know the reference. Any enlightenment available?
I recommend looking also at the THOG problem. See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/THOG_problem.