The only way to be wholly content and happy doing something is if you have considered your alternatives and decided that doing this thing, right now is the highest possible use of your time.
Skipping the consideration spoils it. Harboring resentment spoils it. Feeling forced to do it spoils it. Feeling guilty spoils it. Rushing to just get it over with spoils it.
It does not have to be something other people would praise you
It's not very much weight on the bar.
But, still. It's weight on the bar.
When ego tells you "Just quit. This is beneath you."
Don't listen.
It's natural that learning to do something yourself gives you a greater appreciation for those that have already done it. Building your own bookshelf makes you realize all the non-obvious challenges of carpentry and gives you respect for everyone else that has undertaken the same challenge before you.
In parallel, one of the surprising things I've learned becoming a father is realizing how very much it is a choice, at least in the modern era.
The reloading workbench is 24 inches deep, but I have just been using 12" milk crates to store things, and lost track of anything that got pushed behind them. The crates slide surprisingly poorly on the concrete, and don't hold that much stuff.
Use the full depth, width, and height of the space under this shelf, and build two "drawers" that are just platforms on non-swiveling casters.
The scrap wood pile had a good piece of 3/4" plywood to form the base of each drawer, and as much 1/2" MDF as I could possibly use. (Seriously, I ended up building each box twice, and still didn't even use half of what we had on hand leftover from other projects)
Originally I was thinking I was
Replace contempt with condolence.
If they knew better, they would do better.
When you experience discomfort, your natural response will be to ask "How can I stop this most quickly?"
Instead, challenge yourself. "What would it take for me to reach my limit of this? Am I already at it? Can I go five minutes without showing a sign of weakness? Five minutes after that?"
I spent the better part of an hour today in a Slack discussion with coworkers about how to implement a feature ticket. We went back and forth, and fundamentally saw the issue two different ways. I didn't really see any way we could reconcile the two views. Either one of us or the other would have to just accept the opposite perspective to move forward.
We kept drilling down into examples and use cases, and
I was talking to a friend recently, and discussing the fact that he's managed to stick with one hobby (learning Japanese) while having another hobby that used to consume much of his time go untouched for years (recording music).
What I realized as we talked, and what I said to him, was that we don't really do things because we want to, or because we have goals. We do things because we want
In 2004, Malcolm Gladwell wrote an article which, among other things, explores why there are hundreds of varieties of mustard, but only one type of ketchup. (I first encountered it in the printed collection "What The Dog Saw" which is, I think, Gladwell at his finest. Freed from the burden of an overarching narrative, he can tell interesting stories 30 pages at a time.)
Part of the story is a meditation on the soul of
Today is my birthday. I've had a few of them before, but for some reason this one feels different. Of course, this is the first birthday I've had since becoming a father, but this feeling, I think, is larger than that.
The best way I can describe it is synchrony. Things feel to be happening at approximately the right time in various areas of my life. I don't feel like I've waited too long to