I didn’t sleep well and woke up at 9am. I groggily put myself at the desk, and was about to procrastinate, but I saw yesterday’s work log still open and though: I just need to jump in the water, and very soon I resolved things that last night would elude me. I then took work to the library, and again, I became deeply engrossed on what I was doing.
I came back home for a nap and woke up feeling as if had been resuscitated from a coma after being bludgeoned with a bat. I took myself to the gym for yoga class, and feelings turned towards the mystical. The spiritual thirst seems to have come back in full force. I sense that it is not a fleeting fancy, but I must let it mature a bit more to see if it’s my next calling.
The game just needs tying some loose ends and it will be done. By now I’ve learned better than to set myself hard deadlines, but Monday would be a good day to launch it. I guess it will be another week of frenzied work, but after that I hope to be able to put it in the background and reclaim the life I’ve put on hold during these three months. I just checked and Monday 11th of March makes it three months since I begun writing daily work logs. A good day to launch, indeed.
I don’t know if time has passed quickly or slowly, at this precise moment I recall so many varied experiences, moods and dreams that it feels like years since I begun, and at the same time all of it is a blur. Have I enjoyed it? Yes, though I’ve tormented myself much more than I needed to. There’s a tremendous amount of lessons learned from this period, when I officially put the game into the background I’ll come back to my work logs and extract the knowledge gained and distill it into an article.
Today I came to realize that many of the things that are crucial for me to enjoy and be successful at work are a recipe for disaster for other people. For example, I prioritize flow over all things: I only git commit as a checkpoint before embarking on major changes, and even then I only remember git stashing once. The few tests I wrote were abandoned long ago, and to this day I’m still changing and breaking things, you cannot test when you don’t know what you’re building.
But what’s the point of writing an article that distills knowledge only useful to you? I think this question connects to a larger question I was asking myself earlier in the day: if spiritual work is also work, should I write about it? Oh my, so many questions, let us finish first, and then sense from experience.