A little mental instability sort of goes with the territory in this line of work.

Oh you're closing in on it. Or, I should say, it's closing in on you. :)

Small tumbler of bourbon on the rocks. Just enough to take the edge off and relax.

I will not ponder the mis-step of my youth where I had the chance to go off and be an artist because that'd only invite more bourbon. There's medicine and there's a crutch.

grumble

Mid-life crisis? Possibly.

Perhaps, at some point, I can do this for "me" again. That's what I hold onto. :)

Only myself to blame. I saw that trap being laid years ago and I didn't take the opportunity to bail when I had the chance.

Too much is on my shoulders now for a graceful exit.

My big problem is dealing with the baggage of the other things in my job. I really didn't want to run a damned company. It makes me hate something I once loved. "What if" got replaced with "What has to be".

UI is what traditionally has been the hardest thing for me. Mostly because my workflow is very terse and to the point and I recognize that a large chunk of people do not work that way.

After years of college and real world training/experience, I've yet to find the answer to my biggest problem.

"Where is the off switch in my brain?"

I'm getting too old for this sleep for two hours stuff.

That would be quite nice. Would have come in useful for a conversation that took place on Twitter today.

And in the present climate, it is impossible to have one in War and Peace sized chunks too.

That said, a sort of Slack-like deal people could branch off to for more substantive discussions would be pretty nifty.