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The Eye of the Storm

Most of the time I can tell you alot about the weather. In fact, its one of my favorite things to talk about since living in the midwest. And with farming (goats) at the top of the daily list of chores, I really need to KNOW when its gonna rain. So I keep the Kansas Doppler Radar constantly playing on my tablet while I work away on my computer. If there is a bad storm coming, usually my computer and all electronics are turned off. Because lightening actually hit my house in 2009 and got my MAC!!! That was my second desktop MAC ever.

These days, I find myself reading away about current topics and technology is at the top of that list. Since I use Firefox, I have news ready for me right when I open the browser. Some of my favorite sources are definitely WIRED, New Yorker, The Guardian (UK). For once in my life, its like i’ve finally caught up with the real world and I care...on a daily basis...really truly care about what is going on in the world and the people, places, and things that have had the biggest impact on a global scale. In fact, in 2001 you could not have told me that the Sony Playstation2 was using/needing elements like Coltan from the Congo to build. But I remember buying one of those for my daughter, not fully knowing or understanding the politics and blood involved. Like the blood diamonds. wow.

Once in a while, you can find me studying up on news and trends in the world of web development. But its still such a fast changing area of technology that sometimes I cant even keep up. Sometimes I don’t even want to try because it seems like one huge mountain to climb, never getting to the top. Something completely impossible. One day we learn to code one way, and the next day theres a new way. And then the day after that, the young ones come in and take over the entire web. Yes, I’m referring to the Millennials. They have taken my work from me. I get sad for a while, knowing that they are getting paid for doing on Wordpress platforms, for hundreds of clients all over the world. Oh my gosh...then i learn that all the work went overseas!!! And then I finally remember, OH>BUT I’m the veteran. I started this stuff twenty years ago....when you had to use Network Solutions for domain names. Ha Ha Ha, remember NetSol everyone? I know things they couldn’t possibly understand. I guess I am really hard wired for this stuff. And now its time for me to saddle up and take it all back. I’m from Generation X. The ones usually referred to as “really messed up”. Part of that could be because I was born in 1971...just look at what was happening right before, during and after. I’m a California Hippie Chick at Heart.

I guess its when we hit our forties, especially mid forties, that we really start to ask big questions...what have I done with my life? Where have I been and where am I going? We start looking back and wonder what we’ve accomplished. Even tho I never fully engaged myself in this work (because I have been a single mother of two), I guess I just want a little bit of success. But how should success really be measured? It certainly cannot be by the hours we’ve worked on a certain job or the years we’ve been with one company or by the money we’ve been paid. It should be a broader circle fully encompassing life. My success is measured by all the mistakes i’ve made along the way, by all the ups and downs in life, by all the failures and successes together...how I faced adversity in the most challenging of times. In sickness and in health, in complete misery and enlightenment, I find myself the same person I always was. I am someone who wants to learn new things about the world every single day, whether good or bad...to just keep moving along and doing my best. And always expect the best out of everyone else, keeping my hopes up and my dreams going. I’m here . And thats all that really matters.