Once upon a time, I was working with a new support client. I had been tasked to assess their instance and identify opportunities to resolve technical debt. In reviewing Contact object fields, I thought I had found an easy win for the deprecation list in “temp_bool”, a field that had been created five years prior.
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Each spring, one of my anniversaries is the renewal of hosting on this website. I haven’t written in years, it’s not up to date on multiple levels – why do I still have this?
But I keep having these ideas. What if I go freelance? What if I build that package? What if I want to blog again?
I originally got this website to build a professional profile, and it helped me get the job that became a launching pad into a career. Once I got that full-time job though, and especially after having a child, writing about myself quickly became the lowest of priorities.
Now I’m again in a place where it will be useful to have a professional profile. I left my job a few months back due to mental health stress and unhappiness with full-time consulting. While I liked the variety in my job, I found I couldn’t handle well the stress of moving between 10+ active clients and supporting all they have configured and installed in their systems. I needed to slow down. I needed to rethink my career and find options that fit better with my strengths.
As I am in this reflective period, I’m finding that I have a lot to say. I have a lot of stories from these last few years – what a few years! – and I’ve learned a lot about myself along the way. I hope I can keep up with the idea of writing and sharing again.
Let’s see where these ideas go.
I can’t count the number of times I’ve told people to pay attention to their backups. In tech, it was a common refrain to emphasize not only the importance of backups, but testing and retesting them. We shared sad stories of lost member databases, photos, stories. We told how recovery services can only find so much.
In short, I knew better.
Then, yesterday, my toddler hands me my phone with this on the screen, and I tried not to panic. I believed that, despite my next few hours were obnoxious, I’d get back to normal soon.
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