A thousand people must have written something similar over the ages, or thought these same thoughts. Still, I penned something tonight that I would like to share. Here it is:

No easy path to follow,
never a smooth road to walk.
Never a hill that needn’t be climbed,
never a mountain that one need not ascend.

Always a field that must be sewn,
never a crop that needn’t be harvested.

To live is to work at life each and every single day.
Do not let life’s toils keep you discouraged.

Enjoy the trip, the journey, the trek.
It is you who chooses the landscape to traverse,
and it is you who must reach journey’s end.

So many times, we just need that project to come along. You know the one. You’ve been ignoring something for years; some skill that you used to enjoy. Something that would absorb every last ounce of any free attention you had. Who knows why you stopped paying it attention, but you did. Now you have a new project again; and you’re enthralled.

That’s me right now. I’ve truly been out of web development for a couple of years now; but now I have a project again. Some friends of mine are looking into migrating their site services to a new provider and service, and I’ve been tasked with the project. Well, more to be true, I volunteered. 🙂 And wow does it ever feel good to be back in the seat again. I’ve got tons of work to do in order to make this project viable, and find the right solution; but I am looking forward to it.

On a flight to convention for work right now.  No wifi or Internet of any kind right now, and besides watching TV or reading a book I’m at a little bit of a loss as to what to do to entertain myself. There’s a number of things that I would ime to be doing right now,  but which would require an active Internet connection. I suppose that I will at some point just acquiesce and read my book or magazine.

Still,  when are the days coming where we wl be able to have access to Internet on all flights and not just those few with certain airlines?

Don’t get me wrong; as I have said before,  I greatly advocate disconnecting from the great communications network of ce in a while. But there really are a great many situations where having access to it would be so awesome.

To each their own, of course; but I have always been a big proponent of light. Not just in having it of course, but in having the right light. You can’t just throw a light in the ceiling turn it on and call it good enough. A room needs the right amount of light, and in the right places.

My parents would always scold me for turning on all the lights in the house, in nearly every room when I was home by myself. They would often come home to this, and be angry with me for it; and I can truly appreciate their reasons. It does, after all, cost money to do these things. (Though I admit, back then, I either didn’t realize this, couldn’t comprehend it, or didn’t care. I won’t decide which. It was probably some part of all three.)

Nowadays, I often find myself sharing their opinions of needing to reduce the number of lights I leave on in the house; because, I pay the bills now, and I don’t like having a really big hydro bill.

However, I still greatly enjoy having a room lit appropriately. In the evening, or through the night, when I’m not up working on a project, a couple lamps in the corner to throw an ambient mood, relaxing; when I’m working on a project and want the energy that comes with a well lit, fully lit, all guns ablazing room, all the lights are on.

And then there’s the day. I absolutely love being able to throw open all of the windows in the house, every curtain, and let the sunshine in. Particularly if I’m in that room. If I’m not, I just like knowing that the house is open to the air, and that the room is lit, not dark stuffy and closed. I like open-air freedom. In my office, I like nothing more than to have no lights on, but the sun streaming in the window, lighting my way and giving off that sense of reality, rightness that only comes with a naturally lit space. This is how it should be; why must it be any way else?

I know, I’m eccentric, and fussy to boot. Hell, most days I don’t even understand myself, let alone do I expect anyone else to. Still, it’s fun to write about it.

Isyldar