Having fun with Cursor
For the past three weeks or so I've been enjoying using Cursor, words I'd never thought I'd utter. I've been mostly using it to do fun stuff on the side and some boilerplate stuff that I have to do on the daily…
Expecting quite a lot of disappointment | Does not make it easier
It's a tough bitch, this whole disappointment that comes despite the effort. Not just a starter problem I think, just the scale of it gets bigger. My initial reaction was consolation but then I stopped myself. Whats wrong with being disappointed at times? Does it just not mean…
Doing things for it's own sake
It was quite gradual, for the last three months or so I've been maintaining my project on a weekly basis, it was quite hard to show up and make some improvements even though no one asked for them. Yet I have to, it is my product, it is…
A monkey with a typewriter
I did not know there was whole theorem around it. Until just ten minutes ago, while I went on a wild goose chase of reading about our ancestors. It's pretty cool what can happen over a long enough timeline. It's called the Infinite monkey theorem and…
The second wind | Getting surprised by Cursor
Sometime the best thing to do is nothing. By nothing I mean, making no decisions about whether or not to continue or to quit, to change directions or stay the course. Last week and the week before that I was in a state of what should I do as if…
How I almost didn't & Compounding shifts
There are quite a few times I feel justified to take a break, some of the time these are valid and I do feel the rest helped. But only some of the time. Most times, there is a voice in my head says, you might regret this. It turns out…
Buried gold beneath the pile of...
Within myself is the truth about my fears, joys, insecurities, competence, weaknesses and strengths. And many more things which words cannot articulate or I don't have the words to do so, yet. Quite often I find myself wanting to react to discomfort that I feel within myself. It…
200th Post | 186 of them in the last 200 odd days
I was going to write this tomorrow but just idea of me writing almost two hundred posts in the last two hundred days feels unreal. Considering just ten months ago I was at the darkest point of my life so far, at least one of them. How one thing can…