Be serious about your undertakings and therefore your life: Accept that you wish for things. Acknowledge that you care about the outcomes.
Do not fall into the popular trap of being glib, insincere, or "ironic" about your goals and desires.
It is in some ways harder to find people who are serious about anything. Their hobbies, their family, their fortune, their work, their health. The things they own or make. Even their politics, while they shout it loudly, have no interest in inspecting deeply.
Yet people will complain about all of it, this part is the only part they take seriously. They will dedicate entire blogs to it.
Flee from this.
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I like my job. It's not glamorous and doesn't come with any cachet/prestige which is what I think(?) most people want when they say they are passionate about a job, but I'm just guessing.
So I don't know if I'd use the word passion. But I think it's important to do good work.
For some people their job is just a block of time in their calendar which is sincerely labeled "fundraising" and that's perfectly fine. I think even if you don't like your job you should try to do a good job and be proud of that, though.
My only real pang I've said before, I'm mostly "alone" here professionally. I am certainly missing out on silicon valley levels of xyz including people I could be learning from. That's a tradeoff I made.
History happens only once, it never repeats. I find it striking just how early, and how varied, the avenues were that allowed one to pivot off-script, to do something differently than everyone else.
For a 13 year old today, what is the equivalent of being a telegraph office boy, where he can learn technology while contributing? What about for a 16 year old? 21 year old? What is today’s equivalent to being a studio apprentice of Verrocchio?
My flower field experiment this year has mostly failed, due to the April drought, leading to very stunted plants in most of the field except where I watered consistently.
The result is an OK patch in the middle, but my hope was the whole field would look like that.
This is what the good part looks like. Even here the flowers are a tad stunted, and the goal was poppies, chamomile, and bachelors buttons for a display of red white and blue. The bachelors buttons (some say cornflower) did the best, and they are coming up elsewhere too.
The chamomile on the other hand are about 4 inches high with puny little flowers, and very few poppies (compared to the millions planted) took off. Some poppies are just a few inches high also.
CERTAIN CHICKENS may be responsible for some areas where nothing came up at all
I get this question a lot but it's in my bio. I am a software developer. I work 9-5 etc (actually its a small company and I work all kinds of hours).
I am in some sense a provincial person. I have lived in New Hampshire my whole life, excepting college in upstate New York (I have never really been to NYC). I live about 10 miles from where I was born. I have worked at the same job for over ten years now.
I went to NYC only once for a half-day conference put on by google. Actually I have never been to almost any major American city. I have never seen Chicago, or LA or Miami or Austin, or really anywhere outside of New England. Only real exception is SF.
On certain lucid mornings, before even farmers awaken, the fairies emerge from the edge of the forest. On the sloping hills, with the first strokes of sun, they dry the gold and paper money that they create at night in their underground dwellings.
One morning the fairies were surprised by two boys walking by, who must have woke up very early indeed, or else never slept. The boys gazed longingly at the newly minted treasure, and so the fairies, in a good-natured mood, told them to take what they like.
One of the boys filled his coat pockets with gold, and stuffed his socks and hat with paper. He then bowed to the fairies, and left. The other ran to town as fast as he could, to look for a horse and a cart.