My So-Called Practice Sessions
Alright, so the share today has this… let's call it an 'internet artifact' attached to it: 'janai norman nude'. And right off the bat, I gotta say, my actual practice, the stuff I really get into, has nothing to do with hunting down that kind of information. Seriously. It’s more about what happens when my brain snags on these odd phrases you see floating around. It's like a trigger for a whole different kind of mental marathon, usually ending up somewhere completely unexpected.
So, what have I actually been practicing? Well, for the past few months, I’ve been trying, and I mean really trying, to teach myself some basic coding. Just a small personal project, something to organize my thoughts, like a digital journal with fancy tags. Seemed straightforward. I thought, 'How hard can it be?' Famous last words, my friends.
The process? Oh man, it’s been a trip. A real messy one. I'd start with a clear goal for the day: 'Today, I will make a button that does X.' Simple. But then, you hit a snag. You search for a solution. And that’s where the internet, with all its… glory… takes over. One link leads to another. Suddenly, I'm not looking at coding tutorials anymore. I'm reading about the philosophy of user interface design from the 1970s, or watching videos on how algorithms are changing bee-keeping. I kid you not. My project timeline? It stretched and stretched. It felt like I was trying to untangle a giant ball of Christmas lights while wearing mittens.
- I’d find a snippet of code, try to adapt it, and break everything.
- I’d spend hours customizing the look of something nobody else would ever see.
- I probably read more about 'imposter syndrome' among developers than actual coding manuals some weeks.
What did I learn from all this? It wasn't just about Python or Javascript, that’s for sure. The real practice was in trying to manage my own focus. It was about recognizing those moments when I was veering off track, lured by some shiny new piece of information that wasn’t actually helping me with the task at hand. It’s a constant battle, that fight for attention. You think you’re in control, but the internet, and your own curiosity, has other plans.
So yeah, that’s the kind of 'practice' I've been up to. It starts with a simple goal, gets ridiculously complicated by distractions (sometimes sparked by the weirdest online encounters), and hopefully, you come out the other side with a bit more self-awareness, even if the project itself is still, well, a work in progress. It’s a journey, right? And usually not the one you map out. My fancy digital journal is still mostly a bunch of error messages, but hey, I’m getting pretty good at spotting rabbit holes. Most of the time.
