Sometimes I write

Reclaiming the word β€œhack”. β€” π•˜π• π•£π•’π•Ÿ
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From the moment we landed, in a slow evolving sequence, all three of us became sick with stomach flu. And then COVID came into our orbit. We are all relatively well at the moment, though.

The biggest challenge to work has been the lack of established routine. Our tiny one feels insecure at this new place, and we've had many (many) very late nights. Her usual bedtime of ~7 P.M. has shifted to anywhere between 10 P.M. – 4 A.M., and that has rendered any day-planning completely futile. We are at her whim, trying to squeeze in whatever work we can. Relaxing in the sun and reading sounds like a fever dream right now. The vacation part of this vacation can't come soon enough. 🐚

I'm about to test my company's ability to support remote work, as well as my own capacity to execute asynchronously: my family is taking a 2-month trip to Europe in a couple of days, and I'll work with 6-8 hours of difference between me and the rest of the team for the first month. As much as I'm looking forward to it, I'd be lying if I said it was not making me a bit nervous. Though, spending that second month at the beach as a reward should make it worthwhile. πŸ–

I always found my own words to read too familiar and expected, and therefore likely not interesting to others. On the other hand, when I revisit my older writing, I usually find some draw in the words I've since forgotten.

The Imposter Syndrome looms large, so I'll use this space to create a writing habit to overcome it. In hopes I will not bore you to deathβ€”until the next time.