Occasionally I’ll review some of my more favorite job boards to see some of the new openings that are available to talented software engineers. I am generally more interested in who is offering the roles instead of the actual roles themselves.
(No, I’m not looking for work as I am way too busy already with my current commitments!)
And I’ve discovered more than a few disappointing observations that have generally made me very sad:
My wife is one of my greatest and most important users of this app. For those that know, it can be incredibly difficult to convince your spouse to do anything so the fact that my wife uses Pressgram melts my heart.
But what really gets me is the fact that she uses nearly all of the app and this recent blog post that she published encourages me to continue the tough journey of software engineering.
My father was adept at creating engaging and interactive experiences for his children that helped us exercise the natural curiosity we had and challenged us to be creative thinkers.
He modeled this hands-on attention and mentorship that I still employ today and he managed to combine disparate elements like fun and education into a form that was inescapably memorable; I can still remember the treasure maps and treasure hunts like they were yesterday.
Remember Middle School? Remember High School? I have a collection of memories from both of them where I can recall only a few things that I enjoyed and a ton that I really did not enjoy.
Consistent themes of angst, anxiety, and some strange form of psychosis probably top the list during those periods of time. I did not love those periods of my life nor did I really love who I was as a person (does anyone, ever?).
I can distinctly remember feeling completely uncomfortable in my own skin, as they say, and simultaneously pining some unknown loss of my youthful ignorance (i.e. bliss) and begging for the day when I would be beyond this mess of an age and into some more stable form of self-acceptance.
I had no idea it would take so long.
I have such a predisposition to act that can be incredibly annoying to those that have to deal with me on the daily – in fact, I think I might have landed on my tendency to move things forward as a super-power.
— John Saddington (@saddington) May 14, 2014
Of course this name badge for last night’s event (great job Jake – killing it!) was somewhat tongue-in-cheek-but-not-really as I realized that if I was going to provide any value it would probably be simply encouraging people to act and move forward with their great idea with a bit more confidence than what they had before they met me.
This is not a blog post announcing the untimely death of yet-another-app but rather a few random thoughts that have been piling up in the back of my head over the past few months.
The question is simply this: When do you know when to quit?
I thought I had all of these answers pretty set since I’ve done this a few times but every situation is different and especially the context in which those conversations are had changes every single time.
The point is that it’s always hard to know when to quit, even when you’ve got your back against the wall and the firing squad is moments away from blowing you away.