After my last chronicled sabbatical in which I did a whole bunch of nothing, but thoroughly enjoyed it, all while running out of steam in the last month, I’ve decided to give this whole sabbatical another go.
You see, if there’s one thing I learned last time around, is that I’m
not particularly good at doing nothing. Drinking piña coladas in Thailand got old really quick, and near the end of my last leave I realized I did actually enjoy coding– a lot– what I didn’t enjoy was being told what to do, or being on someone else’s schedule. Luckily, I can choose a lot of what I do at Red Hat, but I could use some time to reset (again).
I’ve been making a list of things I’d like to do post-singularity– post retirement, or sabbatical or whatever. Interestingly most of them are reading, exploring, and programming: hacking on my own terms, but hacking nevertheless. Hacking as what I used to do for fun…during the summers, when not in school, on my free time. This realization feels good. It feels right. I don’t want to quit. I want to experiment, to explore, and at times, to be bored out of my mind. Good ideas come out of boredom.
This time, however, I thought I’d be fun to leave work, and not tell my partner. I secretly think that she can’t tell difference when I’m working and when I’m not– as almost every day is a constant pendulum from the sofa to the keyboard.
In preparation for the months to come, I’ve bought a couple books on Kindle, a few techy ones on paper, I re-re-bought my old physics for scientists and engineers book which I say I’ll complete every year (and never do), a book on sleight of hand magic (cause why not), a pair of Raspberry Pis (that’s Mr. Geek to you), and of course– a new pair of noise canceling headphones (cause my ADHD has gotten better with old age, but it’s not entirely gone).
The world has gotten significantly more complicated (ahem, Covid), so prancing around the world will be significantly reduced, but not totally absent. You’ll see!
So watch this space. The tales from confinement have begun.
p.s. Don’t tell Alba.