It continues to baffle me that there are people in my life that, on their own volition, still listen to me without throwing their hands up in the air in frustration.
My wife is one of those people and she has heard it all (and then some). From wild and crazy ideas to the impossible and then back again as well as walking with me through my intense struggles with depression, anxiety1, fear and even anger at the way things are, the way things happened, and the way I’d love things to be.
Great life partners can do that (and a few friends and professional partners as well, on occasion although it’s very rare) and can fully stand against a growing tide and love the person they see beneath. I am not quite capable of doing this myself for others (i.e. I’m not very good at this in the slightest) but I recognize the time and the effort for it to be done.
I’m quite thankful.
This is your year. Let’s do this.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m not that guy that believes every single person should learn to become a software developer or engineer as that just doesn’t make any sense whatsoever.1
I will admit that I strongly believe everyone should have some fluency in software because it’s becoming impossible to not come into contact with it at any personal and professional but again, “fluency” does not mean distinct “expertise.”
But for those that have considered a career in technology and have thought to themselves a handful of times that perhaps coding and software might be a part of their future then I would encourage you, strongly, to start today, not tomorrow.
I had a moment of panic earlier this week as I sat staring at a completely empty ballroom just a few minutes from starting a presentation. The 3 people who had originally been sitting before me had left after they quickly realized they were in the wrong room.
And so there I sat, alone, in an incredibly large room (it felt as if it was getting larger by the second) with what I believed to be a very decent workshop topic and not a single soul to hear it.
Wow. Not a single person is going to show up to my talk. This is a complete and utter disaster. What a waste of my time. Seriously? Fuck this.
I’ll be honest, my ears burned from a combination of my pride being challenged as well as the fact that I was on the tail end of a very challenging 10 days of travel away from my family. I had serious thoughts of walking out the door and heading to the airport.
There are times when you are tired and you’re cranky and the world is literally falling apart. Then there are times where the exhaustion is deeply satisfying, the result of a job well-done.
I hope and work for the latter every single day but when I experience the former it reminds me that I have said “Yes” more than I should have; that I over-committed and stretched myself too thin.
George Orwell once famously said:
Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.
I have found this idea applicable in many areas of life beyond that of writing a book1 and in many ways I feel as if my life revolves around these types of compulsions.
Have you ever encountered a problem, a challenge, an idea that you had to pursue is if driven by some ungodly force? It’s as if you have no choice but to fully engage.
There is a growing tension that I have become more aware of that I’m not entirely sure what to do with. It’s like that itch in the back of your throat that you can’t quite seem to reach but you viscerally feel and is annoying as hell.
After spending the weekend with my lovely parents in a last-minute travel changeup I found myself chatting with my parents over BBQ about the changes that have happened over the years and a variety of perspectives that have dramatically shifted (for the better).
When I left I encapsultated the tension I felt in this idea:
I have a love/hate relationship with Markdown and it’s entirely based on utility.
First, I love the fact that I can write with Markdown and never have to have my hands leave the keyboard since I’m doing all my formatting right into the text editor.
You can see it being done just like so:
The problem is that in WordPress it isn’t a complete solution because I still have to use my touchpad for some elements, like the image that I added above.