The happy place

Okay this Monday felt insurmountable, felt like the day was ten days long and my brain was wrung out like a dog breath smelling old wrung out rag, and the thought of retirement being so far away felt absurd, but then I became (thanks to my strong psyche) like a steam powered iron golem with a dog breath brain who just chugged along in a very impressive way and then I had lunch.

Sometimes I fantasise about working with something which is actually meaningful (to me), like a job where I could help people with meaningful stuff to which I do not count build pipelines or anything with kubernetes or worse yet terraform. Maybe a teacher helping young children find their footing and see their worth.

But I hated school. Still gives me bad vibes. 😬😬😬

I should maybe hibernate in a bunker for four years and think things through.

The rest of the week so far really did feel a lot better and now I am in a very good mood.

Life is nice and then you die