It’s been 114 days since I quit my job to begin my journey as an unemployed to pursue coding. 114 days feels like forever. It feels like I have done heaps but at the same time, nothing.
My progress has been stagnant for awhile. We hosted the family at our new place last Friday and I did not touch my keyboard for 3 whole days until yesterday. When I finally did, I was distracted by million and one things the entire day and couldn’t focus.
I didn’t feel like coding at all.
As time passes, my hatred for events slowly fades away. I frequently think about going back now because I’m starting to doubt this whole #careerchangeat30 endeavour and surprisingly, it doesn’t irk me as much as 114 days ago. Time does heal all wounds huh?
On the other hand, I ask myself if I’m going to give up so easily. I must have not like my career very much 4 months ago to make this decision and if I were to go back, I may not get another chance or summon enough courage to leave to do something different like this. Then when I start to hate my life all over again, I’m going to seriously resent myself for being weak.
I’m itching to go back to work yet I’m not skilled enough to look for one in the developers world.