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My Therapist Told Me To Embrace My Mistakes... So I Became a Professional Juggler of Burning Chainsaws.
## My Therapist Told Me To Embrace My Mistakes... So I Became a Professional Juggler of Burning Chainsaws. (aka, a Programmer)
October, the month of spooky costumes, pumpkin spice everything, and… the existential dread of yet another deadline looming? Yep, that's the programmer's October. My therapist, bless her cotton socks, suggested I "embrace my mistakes" as a way to deal with the crippling anxiety that comes with staring at a wall of red error messages. I took that advice *very* literally. I considered tightrope walking over a pit of venomous snakes, but then I remembered that debugging is already plenty terrifying. So, instead, I decided to embrace my mistakes by becoming a… professional (aspirational) juggler of burning chainsaws. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Because, let's be honest, actual burning chainsaws would be a far less effective way to deal with null pointer exceptions.
The analogy is surprisingly apt. Every line of code is a chainsaw – potentially lethal if mishandled. Every bug is a flaming, whirling blade threatening to maim your project. And the juggling? That’s the frantic multi-tasking, context switching, and desperate attempts to keep everything from crashing and burning (literally, in the case of the imaginary chainsaws, and metaphorically, in the case of my latest project). This month, I’ve been wrestling with a particularly nasty case of async/await hell (which, I imagine, is similar to juggling electrified chainsaws while standing on a unicycle made of Legos). I’ve spent more time debugging than writing code, which explains why my project deadline is rapidly approaching faster than a runaway chainsaw.
So, if you see a dishevelled individual muttering about memory leaks and accidentally setting their keyboard on fire, please don’t call the authorities. It's just me, embracing my mistakes, one fiery, chaotic line of code at a time. This October, my therapy session is my code editor, and my success metric is measured in the number of functioning features, not the number of minor (or major) fires I've managed to avoid. Maybe next year my therapist will suggest pottery. Pottery seems significantly less likely to involve spontaneous combustion.
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