The Field is either the name of the thing I am trying to create. Or, if I end up creating nothing (again), I will claim it just meant field of possibilities.
I am starting from scratch. I have come to the end of the line with my technology ‘career’. I am burnt out. I should find a programming gig to pay my bills. But I can’t. I’d rather die.
I have a vague idea of what I want to do but I want to sanity check as I go along. All my life I’ve jumped from one project to the next without giving myself the chance to think about it, and that’s led me to where I am now. A bit fucking lost and quite old.
For reasons I won’t go into too deeply in this blog, I have ended up with a mismatch of skills and values. I’m good at tech, but kinda hate it. I’m bad at practical things, but have a suspicion I would be much happier spending more time in my body.
I’ve found writing really helps. And so does feedback from people. So I am going to spend half an hour each day documenting progress. I’ll take a photo every day, too.
I have already written a draft one-pager for The Field, but rather than rushing into anything, I want to try a few things out. Most importantly, to check whether I actually do in fact like being outside, being around other people.
So today I volunteered at The Community Farm. I couldn’t have picked a better day. We pruned a row of Katy cider apple trees in the winter sun, overlooking Chew Valley Lake. I am pretty sure I enjoyed the experience. I wonder how different it would have been had we been picking leeks in the pissing rain.
