…got too much to do and the days get no longer

— 6lack

One would imagine fat balls weighing around the necks of my fingers now, I’ve not written in a little over three months and aside that I have a huge pound of thought to shed for it, I feel guilty for having for let such amount of time pass before writing since my last post, but I will try not to be hard on myself considering the many grain of tasks that I have been able lift from my plate, I entered the year with a core goal to write more than I have done in the past years, but driving one’s resolutions squarely on this life express, one could find important distractions on the way, like waiting too long at the pedestrian crossing on a yellow brick road.

Since exam ended on the 8th of February, I closed the books, shut that side of me and ease into the freedom only the holiday could provide me. But this space of extreme freedom also means moments when one could easily get lost in multiple of activities, and aside writing being a tedious indulgence, it is one thing to write on stolen time, but the affordability of time could create an illusion of an infinite loop that could sometimes end in procrastination. Freedom, and I keeled myself into that geek push to create at every hour, but aside having the time to be readily available on slack at the beck of a work notification, attending stand-ups and answering to important work calls, I have had the time play with some really cool technologies like typescript and next.js the way I have always wanted, and bought more courses and books to gain nuanced insight into my stack.

But it’s not just about the work, life whirled with a range of plagues, I tried to manoeuvre, but my body caught a whip of a skin infestation that costed my health months of downtime. Rashes. First, I thought I could manage it, OTC drugs used according to pharmacist prescription, which made feel better at first before I was pushed into a relapse. Eventually, I succumbed to what I dreaded the most; a blood test that proved the presence of microfilaria in my blood. I used medications again and rubbed lotion, and for the first time after a long spell of bacteria and fungi treatment, I felt at peace.

Work has been hectic, and punch above your weight does not seem like it will become a cliche anytime soon, but regaining energy and health after months of downtime and silence seems like a good end to what has been a long spell of interlude. Second semester exam starts in about a week, the madness is in the air, and I can feel it, but the hope of a long break after it seems gratifying and I can’t wait for it and everything I will do.