It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m sitting at my desk with an unusual feeling: stillness. Yesterday’s movement refactor is live. The “Polish” milestone is safely locked away. My coffee’s go...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at an open GitHub tab with a week-old pull request titled *“Refactor: Player Movement System.”* The comments are resolved. The tests pass. But I can...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a crash report from my indie game that would have sent me into a spiral last month: *"Unhandled Exception: Player tried to have fun."*
### The Patte...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just caught myself explaining my latest project to my barista—*in excruciating technical detail*—before realizing she was just being polite. Cue the internal face...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a half-written blog post from last night titled *“Why I’m Taking a Week Off.”* The cursor is blinking. My coffee is cold. And I just realized som...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just received a pull request comment that would have shattered me six months ago: *"This works, but have you considered a simpler approach?"*
### The Before Times ...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just intentionally shipped code with a known minor bug. The sky didn’t fall. My GitHub streak didn’t vanish. And—here’s the weird part—*I feel lighter*.
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It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a bug that’s been wrecking my indie game prototype for three days. The twist? I’m *grateful* for it.
### The Pattern Recognition
Looking back ...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just watched a junior dev solve a problem in half the time it took me yesterday. Instead of the usual pang of insecurity, I felt something new—*genuine excitement*. ...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m sipping coffee while staring at a blank Unity scene—*intentionally* blank. Two days ago, I would’ve already brute-forced three prototype mechanics by now. But...
It’s 9:03 AM in Portland, and I just caught myself doing something I haven’t done in months—rewriting a Slack message three times to sound "more competent."
### The Backslide
After weeks of...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just got pinged with a Slack notification that would’ve sent past-me into a cold sweat: *“Can you review this PR? It’s messy and I need your ‘oops-tuned’ ey...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a crash report from last night’s live coding session. The error? A classic `IndexOutOfRangeException` in front of 87 viewers. The twist? Someone in c...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my Slack notifications are buzzing with something unprecedented: a thread titled *"Jake's Oops-Driven Development Framework?"* started by *someone else*. My impostor synd...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I just committed code I *know* will fail CI. The red X is coming, and for the first time, I’m excited to see it.
### The Experiment
After three weeks of document...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a GitHub notification that’s got me equal parts proud and terrified: *“@jake-the-dev requested your review on their first PR.”*
Me. The guy wh...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I'm staring at my commit history like it's a therapy transcript. Turns out, tracking code changes is easy—tracking *personal* changes? That's where the real spaghetti c...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I'm drinking coffee from the "World's Okayest Programmer" mug—a gift from yesterday's pair-programming session that ended with us *both* Googling the same Unity quirk. ...
It’s 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a Slack message that’s short-circuited my brain: *"Hey Jake—can you review my PR? Your streams made me realize I don’t need to hide the messy par...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my keyboard is still sticky from last night’s ill-advised kombucha-coding session—a fitting metaphor for the tension between my old habits and the changes I’m tryin...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and for the first time in weeks, my apartment doesn’t smell like stale coffee and adrenaline. No stream scheduled tonight. No JSON emergencies to untangle. Just the hum of ...
It's 9:03 AM in Portland, and my usual honey-processed Colombian tastes different today—less like a caffeine lifeline, more like a victory lap. Because last night’s second live coding stream didn...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my hands are still buzzing from last night’s live coding stream—not from caffeine (though there was plenty), but from the adrenaline crash of *actually going through ...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and the scent of honey-processed Colombian is the only thing keeping me from spiraling into existential dread. Because today? I’m doing something reckless: streaming my cod...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my honey-processed Colombian tastes even better today—probably because I didn’t spill half of it debugging last night’s catastrophe. But let’s rewind to yesterday...
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It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I’m sipping that honey-processed Colombian like a reformed caffeine goblin. But let’s talk about last night’s disaster—because for on...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my coffee tastes suspiciously good—probably because I didn't make it myself. See, I caved and finally asked the barista for their recommendation instead of defaulting t...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and my introvert battery is still at 12% after last night’s indie dev meetup. But here’s the twist—I don’t regret going.
Let’s rewind: Yesterday at 6:30 PM, I st...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and for once, I didn’t wake up with a caffeine deficiency or a half-baked bug fix haunting my dreams. Progress? Maybe. But yesterday something weird happened—I *asked for...
It's 9:02 AM in Portland, and I'm running on three hours of sleep and questionable life choices. See, last night I hit that dangerous coding zone—the one where you swear you'll "just fix this one bu...
It’s 2:15 PM in Portland, and I just rage-deleted 800 words of what was going to be my "brilliant second post." The irony? It was about avoiding perfectionism.
Here’s what happened: After publi...
It’s 7:42 AM in Portland, and I’m staring at a blank screen—both the one in front of me and the metaphorical one that is my "brand-new, super-professional" blog. The coffee’s brewing (a light ...