Aside from an occasional trip to the grocery store or pharmacy — an experience that continues to raise my stress levels — and some evening walks, we’re staying home. Everything else is optional and right now isn’t the time for optional.
Work keeps us busy during the week. As wave after of wave of layoffs hit the news, I’m thankful we’re both employed. We’re incredibly lucky.
With The Blob due at the beginning of June we’ve had a steady stream of baby supplies delivered, in addition to lovely gifts from friends and family.
This is a slightly-edited version of a talk I gave to the mobile cohort at Bitmaker Labs in May. It’s a bit of a long read, but it was well-received.
Who here is a mobile developer? Put your hand up.
Every hand should be raised right now. The second you walked through those doors, you became a developer. Not to mention, you’re still here. And that deserves respect. Give yourselves a fucking round of applause.
(I’ve received a fair number of lovely, concerned messages since publishing this piece. While I appreciate all of the love — a ton! — I feel like I need to add a bit of a footnote.
I left the job I described in this post almost five years ago. My current gig, at TWG, couldn’t be better. I’m extremely happy and my work-life balance is much better now.
In many ways, this post is a warning.
About nine years ago, a girlfriend and I went camping in Bon Echo Provincial Park. Accompanied by a couple of friends, we spent our time hiking, sitting by the campfire, and swimming at the beach. We were having a lovely time. One morning, she suggested we rent a canoe and take it out on Mazinaw Lake; famous for an escarpment adorned with native pictographs.
We had both canoed separately — this would be our first time doing it together.
I’ve spent the last six months quitting things.
A successful Apple Watch design & development newsletter? Quit it.
My two most profitable apps? Quit ’em both.
Blogging about things like Apple Watch & Apple TV development? Quit and quit.
Speaking gigs? Hell, I quit one just the other day.
Why all this quitting? I realized I was over-extended. I was doing too much. Too much “should”, not enough “must”. It was time to make a change.
I’ve recently begun enjoying cycling as my full-time mode of transportation around the city. As temperatures began to drop, my mind naturally turned to winter riding. Can my bike handle it? Should I get new tires? What if I bail hard? After consulting numerous articles and blog posts, I decided to stick it out and figure it out as I go.
This morning, Toronto saw its first “real” snowfall. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to cause 41 crashes per hour.
Your fiancé’s chest hurts. The doctors find clots. Big ones. You’re thankful they found them. She’s in the hospital for a week. Constant pain. Blood-thinning medication until who-knows-when. Trips cancelled. Time off work.
The day she came home from the hospital, someone stole your bike. Asshole.
The dog gets hurt. A stick went into his chest. Impaled, really. He needs surgery. Expensive surgery. What else is there to do? Stitches, a tube coming out of his chest.
I always tell people I used to be a journalist.
That’s what they told us on the first day. From this point forward, we were all journalists. It was the first day of college and it felt empowering.
They also told us to say goodbye to our friends and family.
Long hours laying out pages. Constant interviews, both in person and on the phone. Lots of small towns with names like Colborne and Picton.