Twelve years. That's how long I've written code for a living.
About a year ago, I was ready to walk away from all of it.
I'm not joking. I spent real evenings looking up welding schools. I read about handyman gigs. I even checked what delivery drivers make near me. My plan was simple: do anything that didn't involve a screen. With welding, at least when something breaks, it's not because of a missing semicolon.
I was burnt out. Bad. I'd open my laptop, stare at the screen, and just... sit there. Four hours would pass. I'd write maybe ten lines of code, hate all of them, then delete nine. The work that used to feel like magic now felt like chewing glass.
The plot twist: I'm not even scared of new tech
