Ten Years of Uncomfortable

When I was 25 I wrote a blog post about leaving the best job I'd ever had . Not because it was bad...because it was comfortable. I said something about developers finding comfort in the repetition of a well-written loop. Everything comes out uniform, just how you intended it. And I said it was time to break the loop. That was ten years ago. I'm 35 now. I have a kid. I run a development studio. I haven't written anything real in a long time. Not because I don't have things to say. Because somewhere along the way I convinced myself my opinion doesn't matter anymore. There are louder people. More charismatic people. People who seem to have the time and energy to sit down and craft a take and put it out there. I am not those people. I'm the guy who's trying to find 30 minutes that aren't already claimed by something else. But here's what I've been thinking about lately. At 25, being uncomfortable meant leaving a job. It was dramatic. It was a clear before and after. You could point to the