I haven't been here for a while. To be exact, it's been almost two months since my last post.
In my last past, I mainly summed up everything I experienced during my time in Perth without getting into details. That's how I managed to spit out all the things in my head at that time, by title. Every title also had a bit more in-depth description. It had a 7-second motion, as I remember, maybe a few pictures. But you only got, well... the title.
What am I doing here? I'm not quite sure.
What am I doing out there? I'm not quite sure either.
A few minutes before now, I wanted to write about a "historic" event that happened in the industry (some product went down and dragged other products with it). During this event, this blog lost connection to the world, and I think everyone was panicking. But after I wrote the first sentence, I changed the subject. I had nothing to write about, and yet I've already written two paragraphs.
I consider myself very compute, but also able to change direction if needed, like now. But at this point, I'm out of words. Why? Maybe because I have nothing more to share. Or maybe I chose such a small topic that, by nature, nothing else is needed.
I'm a good listener. I'm better at listening than writing or speaking. I'm trying to get better at those, to be honest. I fell into the ChatGPT whirlpool, and I'm using it almost every day now. It really does help me. I also go to meetups, actually, there are two meetups today, and I'm still debating with myself which one I should go to.
Maybe that's what writing is for, not to share something big, but to see what comes out when you start typing. Sometimes it's about emptying the buffer. Other times it's about realizing that the silence in your head is also part of the story.
Maybe I'll write more soon. Maybe I won't. But for now, I'm glad I wrote something.
See you next post. Whenever that happens.
