To be honest, even if you don't have kids and are just tired of work in the evenings, my advice would be: Don't let these over-energetic side project cannons get under your skin. Just making a living is something to be proud of as well. People who write such posts may be good side project creators, but they may suck at other things. Or maybe they don't, maybe they are better people in every respect. I choose not to care, or perhaps better: I choose to try consciously not to allow myself to feel bad about this.
It's hard enough in this connected world to try and find out what you like, feeling down comparing yourself to super productive people will only do that: make you feel down. It's the worst feeling to have while you're trying to find out what makes your clock tick (inhibiting I would even say). Young people often don't know what makes them enthusiastic, nothing wrong with that, also nothing wrong if it is doing nothing, daydreaming instead of firing off side project after side project. It'll come... Or it won't. First mission: Accept yourself as you are.
So true. Or if they get sick and you wonder when it'll hit you too – in an hour, tomorrow or in a week. Having 2 kids is, at times, the most stressful and anxiety-inducing thing I ever did in my entire life.
Having a house also means spending time on its care. Not nearly as much as children, but it's a non negligible amount.
Marriage can be less of a barrier to personal projects. Just depending your relationship and schedule.
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Completely agree now that I not so suddenly have a girlfriend and her 10-year-old boy to think about. It changes things. A lot. And we're not married, and the kid isn't even mine.
But every aspect of my life has changed. All of my priorities have changed. That woman and that kid are all I care about after I leave work. And when I leave work, I fucking leave it.
I agree with what you said. Everyone needs to accept who and where they are. But I know this: I'm no longer interested in the gigs that take me away from my family. Not my girlfriend or her son, not my dad or mom, or my brothers either.
I've done my time with that pretentious horseshit. I'll take a job real close to the people who spent their lives loving me and give it back now.
Different people will feel different ways. For sure.
It started with an observation that everywhere we traveled seemed wonderful and fun, full of people who can't imagine living anywhere else. Every place[1] seems to have some thing that makes it feel special when you visit. If you live there, it's a different story, though. Sort of like how people who live in Philadelphia don't visit the Liberty Bell. Or there are only just so many times you can visit the museums in Washington DC before the daily routine of life breaks the spell.
I grew up in a rural town and worked pretty hard to find a job that would move me out of it. Having lived in a few major cities now, I can say that the place that you live doesn't have a lot of impact on how happy you can be. I was depressed when I lived in the middle of nowhere and I was depressed all over again shortly after moving to a big city. It wasn't until I started letting go of the concept of finding happiness through acquiring lifestyle markers that I started feeling whole.
And I've noticed this applies to pretty much everything. Everyone has a cherished childhood toy or video game or movie to which every new experience is compared. Everyone has a story about their university experience that ends with, "you just had to be there, it was a different time. The place was never the same after." Everyone has an in-the-trenches story about an old job.
But those experiences are apocryphal. Other people were having similar experiences with other things, repeated cookie-cutter across the world. The particular things they were experiencing may have even been better than what we experienced. But that's not why things are great. Our memories of the greatness of things are not a function of how good they were in comparison to other things, or how few people got to experience them as well. Our experience of greatness is a function of our being present in the moment, absorbing and making memories of the feelings we had. Why should the knowledge that some other folks experienced a better thing, or many other folks experienced the same thing we did, change how we feel about what happened to us? They can't go into the past and change events. We still have those memories of those feelings.
And then we die and it all evaporates. There will be mostly no record of the wonders we experienced. What little record will be stored and propagated will mostly go completely ignored. And what little that will be received will be misinterpreted.
This applies to everything. The Quest for The Best is a fallacy, as it presumes the ability to replay all choices in parallel universes and select the universe that has the best results (assuming we can even calculate what The Best even means). Yet so many people are consumed by finding The Best and rejecting everything else. It locks them into a cycle of indecision as they thrash over infinite options, causing an ever growing anxiety that feeds into itself.
Sound like anything? Arguing politics. Choosing a restaurant in a group. Choosing a meal once/if you ever get there. Choosing an application development framework. We choose to attempt to drink from the fire hose, then reinterpret it as drowning in a hurricane at sea when you could just remove your head from the fire hose stream.
Be resolute in accepting that you will die and that none of the struggle for anything beyond your own happiness, enjoyment, and completeness matters. You are free to choose what will compose your happiness. You have a place in life and it is your own place that you are free to enjoy, regardless of how unique or objectively great it might be.
Ironically, once you do that, you might even be able to achieve the clarity and focus of mind necessary to make a unique and great thing. Because you won't care, you'll just make the thing for your enjoyment.
[1] to which one would travel, granted. Old coal mining towns are just exercises in communal depression.
> Our experience of greatness is a function of our being present in the moment, absorbing and making memories of the feelings we had. Why should the knowledge that some other folks experienced a better thing, or many other folks experienced the same thing we did, change how we feel about what happened to us?
Back in the early 90s I had the highest score on the Street Fighter(?) cabinet in the local pizza joint. Try as they might, nobody could beat it-- I was a god amongst the neighborhood kids. Then 1996 came around, and with the internet came evidence of what high scores other people around the world were hitting. The best I could do, what my peers were proud of me for, meant nothing when held up against the greater community. My world was crushed. I was nothing special. If my friends were this proud of a loser, then they must be losers themselves.
But for the brief period of time in which I lived in ignorance, hanging out with friends, hustling for quarters and bonding over pizza and friendly competition...man, those years were golden.
To this day I eschew competitive gaming-- I'd rather work towards a co-operative goal or PvE with friends/my kids than have it rubbed in my face constantly that the world is full of people who are more exceptional than me.
bingo. that is the lesson to be learned. it's all about the journey, not the destination. it really matters zero if you actually ship or release any side projects. all that really matters is the enjoyment working on it.
it's great to celebrate our accomplishments, but attributing those accomplishments to a single person--as tidy and satisfying as that might be--is simply incorrect (e.g., steve jobs, bill gates, elon musk, etc.).