Student: I’ve given all I have to give.
Master: What will you do now?
A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
Think deep.
Student: I’ve given all I have to give.
Master: What will you do now?
Procrastination is the killer of all things fun.
Student: “I am at a crossroads and I have no map.”
Master: “So many choices! Will you go back for an old map? Sit and wish you had a map? Or pick a path and create your own map?”
I let myself go
Embraced the ephemeral
I blinked it was gone
Knocking the plaques off the brain. Began the day with some Spanish practice and some Morse code practice. Then jumped into codewars.com and the first challenge I was given was…”write a Morse code decoder!”
Here’s my passing code (wordpress stripped the indentions):
function decode_morse(string $code): string {
$returnstring = ”;
//break the input string into words based on three spaces between words
$morsewords = explode(‘ ‘,$code);
foreach($morsewords as &$word){
//translate each letter of each word from Morse using the built-in library
$morse = explode(‘ ‘,$word);
foreach($morse as &$value){
$returnstring .= MORSE_CODE[$value];
}
$returnstring .= ‘ ‘;
}
//clean up return string by removing any leading or trailing spaces we added or that were in the original input string
return trim($returnstring);
}
Now to return to becoming a PowerApps and Azure expert. Light the incense, dim the lights, and turn up the cyberpunk. I’m going in!
When I was a child
I used to sit in the woods
I fell asleep in a tree
One time more than I probably should’ve
I’d awake slowly
Fifteen feet above the ground
Calm in the breeze
With no one around
My mind at peace
My life calm
Then I’d leave nature
To find everything wrong.
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I need to talk to someone
But I can think of no one to call
I’m not sure I even want to chat
I’d just like to know someone has my back
It’s very lonely in this crowded world
I have so many friends I haven’t seen in years
Would they listen to me discuss my fears
Or are they too caught up in their own woes
Busy, consumed in their lives
To be troubled by my troubles I keep inside
I bet they also need to talk to someone
I’d love to chat unfortunately I don’t have time
To call them back.
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A rope hung across a great crevasse
The sign read “Caution! No way back.
This path is treacherous.
Not for the weak of heart.”
I naively and boldly ventured onto the rope
The path behind me violently closed
I looked down into the ravine
I grew weak and shaky in the knees
Looking forward I found my balance
I was okay with my life’s new purpose
Put one foot forward and stay on the rope
I picked a path that was no joke
When I look too long behind me
The rope becomes extra shaky
When I look forward to the end
The rope initially stabilizes but shakes again
When I look down at my feet
I see my troubles down below and freeze
I think I can be on this rope no more
I become dizzy and fear a fall
But when I know where I am
And look not behind or down or too far ahead
I glance only slightly presently forward
Knowing it is safe to take that step and more
A calm washes over me
Now I walk steadily
And see the beauty all around
Despite the rope which rocks beneath my feet
From this vantage I see things others will never imagine
Adventures never shared
People would not believe if I dared
Tell the tales that I have known
Amazing sights I’ve seen upon this focused path
Walking dangerously over the crevasse
I’ve grown so much stronger day by day
So much I look forward to the steps I’ll make today
Yet sometimes I wish I could turn back
The start is so far behind me
And I cannot see the end ahead
Sometimes I grow weak and weary
And the rope begins to sway
I gamble a glance toward my feet
And note the tightrope has begun to fray
Will I find my end much sooner as the rope breaks away?
Sometimes the ground quakes and ripples the rope
Occasionally winged creatures try to knock me down
Some days the wind blows hard
Others days bring cold and fog
I’ve stood drenched in rain
I’ve bled on the rope but hid the pain
Snow has turned to ice upon the rope
Every challenge trying to throw me to the depths below
Through luck and stubbornness I’ve survived
And think I’m beginning to see the other side
Could it be I am coming to the end of my path?
Could I be at the end of my rope at last?
What lies ahead on the other side?
Another path? A crossroads?
A sign that says, “Go back, it was lie.”?
Will the ground be solid under my feet?
Will there be people there for me to greet?
Will I lie down and forever sleep?
Or will I find yet another adventure?
What path will I choose?
If I find another rope hung across a great crevasse
With a cautionary sign saying “turn back!”
Will I stay upon solid ground
Or naively and boldly walk the treacherous path I’ve found?
Therapist: “What issues would you like to discuss?”
Me: “blah blah blah”
Therapist: backs away slowly never taking eyes off of me
Student: I cannot do this.
Master: Will you do it anyway?
Student: What do you do when you are too tired to continue working?
Master: How hungry are you?
Student: My life should have been so much different.
Master: Perhaps you would enjoy the life you have more if you spent less time living the life you don’t have.
Don’t drink and buy apps for your cat.
Student: Every time I get my head above water, another wave comes crashing down upon me.
Master: Maybe you should get out of the water.
I’ve given so much of me there’s nothing of me left.