Back when I started working on cars (like a million years ago) my dream was to build hot rod Ford Mustangs. I would devour every magazine or book that was about doing that (I still have a bin full of them). Why Mustangs? My brother loved them. He worked and worked and bought himself a pretty beat-up example (an '82 GT, which was slow as hell). In that car we had countless adventures that I still cherish to this day. Like that time we drove about 20 miles in around 5 minutes because the parts sotre was closing and we needed a part for a Corvette (another story altogether).
Or the time the crankshaft fell into the oil pan, thus leaving him stranded and engine-less (it was pretty funny).
So, I got into cars because i had a dream of modifying Mustangs. My brother had a friend who was a Racing mechanic that speciliazed in Mustangs. We hung out at his shop night after night. I kept learning how cars worked (I was around 13 years old), and how to modify them.
Years passed and I had turned into a walking Mustang library. I could quote the specs of every Ford Racing Camshaft (still can). I kept working on cars. Little by little I kept getting experience. But I was not getting any experience with Mustangs. Shoot!
Tinme passes by and I own a repair shop. Im a full fledged mechanic. Working on cars was fun, but it didnt make me happy. My dream was Mustangs, not Toyotas with a bad power steering pump. But I kept going.
After a while, I got the chance to work on Porsches. I quickly learned all about them and got into the art of modifying them. It was fun, but they were not Mustangs. Got as far as working with other high end Euro cars such as the BMW 850 V12 6-speed. Fine car. Sucky build quality.
Went back to fixing regular cars because I had to pay the bills. I still hadnt modified a mustang per se, but knew how to. I wanted to buy one of my own but could not afford it. There I was wanting to do something, and not doing it because I thought I couldnt.
Then my brother passed away. With him, my desire to build Mustangs went away. Turns out I just wanted to build Mustangs with him. You know, make him proud. At that moment I realized that we have to ask ourselves what do we want to do and do it. Instead of beating around the bushes, just go straight and do it. Life is too short to waste time on shit that doesnt make you happy.
Even though I dont know you, I can say the following. If you are tired of building bullshit applications at work, then quit. Save up some money, quit and take another job doing whatever it is you want. If you cant find a job doing just that then start your own company. Funding these days is easier to get than Malaria.
The problem is not CRUD apps (which I actually like doing), or algorithms. The problem is that you feel stuck. Un-stuck yourself by making a decision and sticking to it. It is better to make a bad decision and in the way fix it, than to wait until conditions are right (which they will never be).
I never got the chance to build that Mustang with my brother. You will never get another chance to write amazing software either. Carpe Diem, my friend. Carpe Diem.
So, I got into cars because i had a dream of modifying Mustangs. My brother had a friend who was a Racing mechanic that speciliazed in Mustangs. We hung out at his shop night after night. I kept learning how cars worked (I was around 13 years old), and how to modify them.
Years passed and I had turned into a walking Mustang library. I could quote the specs of every Ford Racing Camshaft (still can). I kept working on cars. Little by little I kept getting experience. But I was not getting any experience with Mustangs. Shoot!
Tinme passes by and I own a repair shop. Im a full fledged mechanic. Working on cars was fun, but it didnt make me happy. My dream was Mustangs, not Toyotas with a bad power steering pump. But I kept going.
After a while, I got the chance to work on Porsches. I quickly learned all about them and got into the art of modifying them. It was fun, but they were not Mustangs. Got as far as working with other high end Euro cars such as the BMW 850 V12 6-speed. Fine car. Sucky build quality.
Went back to fixing regular cars because I had to pay the bills. I still hadnt modified a mustang per se, but knew how to. I wanted to buy one of my own but could not afford it. There I was wanting to do something, and not doing it because I thought I couldnt.
Then my brother passed away. With him, my desire to build Mustangs went away. Turns out I just wanted to build Mustangs with him. You know, make him proud. At that moment I realized that we have to ask ourselves what do we want to do and do it. Instead of beating around the bushes, just go straight and do it. Life is too short to waste time on shit that doesnt make you happy.
Even though I dont know you, I can say the following. If you are tired of building bullshit applications at work, then quit. Save up some money, quit and take another job doing whatever it is you want. If you cant find a job doing just that then start your own company. Funding these days is easier to get than Malaria.
The problem is not CRUD apps (which I actually like doing), or algorithms. The problem is that you feel stuck. Un-stuck yourself by making a decision and sticking to it. It is better to make a bad decision and in the way fix it, than to wait until conditions are right (which they will never be).
I never got the chance to build that Mustang with my brother. You will never get another chance to write amazing software either. Carpe Diem, my friend. Carpe Diem.