I'm 24 and just quit my first post-uni Real Job after a year of employment. I have a meager Adsense income that will keep me afloat until something else takes off.
It wasn't until I was halfway through university (~2010) that I decided to seriously jump into programming. My goal was to be able to code any website that I could imagine -- a goal surely provoked by the helplessness of managing vBulletin forums and having to shop for "add-ons" to extend them with trivial features. (Everyone using Wordpress knows that feel)
Yet, despite three years of obsessively teaching myself how to code and despite reaching my goal of achieving this proficiency, programming has always been some side-show relegated to the glimpse of time I could scavenge from weekends or during amphetamine procrastination binges.
And when I graduated from university and thought I was finally free, I entered the workforce and found myself in an even darker dungeon: I was programming at my job and had to somehow scrape together the intellectual energy to work on side-projects when I got home.
I ended up languishing.
How can you possibly perpetuate that magical obsessive up-all-night ambition for a side-project idea that strikes you Saturday when you have to commute to work on Monday?
And then you have to sit at a dual-screen workstation and hammer out code that's not yours, the whole time your mind keeps dwelling on Saturday's ambition? How do you balance that?
I couldn't.
So, for the past year, I efficiently trained myself to ignore all of my ambitions and motivations. "Sideproject Saturday" became nothing more than a day to hammer out a small project with prudent demands since I knew if it was incomplete by Monday, I'd probably never finish it.
I couldn't live like that, where my own ambitions were toxic to my job performance, where stomping them out was the only way I could focus on work.
So I quit a few weeks ago.
And here I am. Living off some meager Adsense income that pays rent, food, and gas. It's not much.
But it buys me more than that: it buys me back the full 24 hours of the day, and it buys me the freedom to fail spectacularly.
I finally have the freedom to work fulltime on my own ideas. Between university and work, I've never had the opportunity.
Thanks for listening. It's on, bros.
It wasn't until I was halfway through university (~2010) that I decided to seriously jump into programming. My goal was to be able to code any website that I could imagine -- a goal surely provoked by the helplessness of managing vBulletin forums and having to shop for "add-ons" to extend them with trivial features. (Everyone using Wordpress knows that feel)
Yet, despite three years of obsessively teaching myself how to code and despite reaching my goal of achieving this proficiency, programming has always been some side-show relegated to the glimpse of time I could scavenge from weekends or during amphetamine procrastination binges.
And when I graduated from university and thought I was finally free, I entered the workforce and found myself in an even darker dungeon: I was programming at my job and had to somehow scrape together the intellectual energy to work on side-projects when I got home.
I ended up languishing.
How can you possibly perpetuate that magical obsessive up-all-night ambition for a side-project idea that strikes you Saturday when you have to commute to work on Monday?
And then you have to sit at a dual-screen workstation and hammer out code that's not yours, the whole time your mind keeps dwelling on Saturday's ambition? How do you balance that?
I couldn't.
So, for the past year, I efficiently trained myself to ignore all of my ambitions and motivations. "Sideproject Saturday" became nothing more than a day to hammer out a small project with prudent demands since I knew if it was incomplete by Monday, I'd probably never finish it.
I couldn't live like that, where my own ambitions were toxic to my job performance, where stomping them out was the only way I could focus on work.
So I quit a few weeks ago.
And here I am. Living off some meager Adsense income that pays rent, food, and gas. It's not much.
But it buys me more than that: it buys me back the full 24 hours of the day, and it buys me the freedom to fail spectacularly.
I finally have the freedom to work fulltime on my own ideas. Between university and work, I've never had the opportunity.
Thanks for listening. It's on, bros.