I’ve been really struggling with what I want to accomplish this year, but I know for sure I want to improve my photography. So I found this awesome photography challenge to push me out of my comfort zone with my pictures.
I’ll start posting pictures ASAP. I suppose were in week 3 (yikes!) so it’s time to pick up the pace with eating photos :). If you’d like to join in, comment below and we can keep each other accountable!
More images after the jump!
I used to love what I do. I really did. Not even a year ago…hell not even four months ago I was utterly fascinated by it. But now, the more I stare at my computer, the more I want to throw it out the window.
My boss came over to my desk the other day (he’s one of the few people where I work that goes out of their way to pay any attention to me, which is nice) to ask me specifically why I had stopped coming to the meetups he hosted. And I wanted to cry. Because I realized right then and there that working here has made me hate something I once loved, but my job has stolen that from me.
I learned to code via an amazing opportunity and amazing company in Detroit. When the hubs and I got married, he made it pretty much a requirement that I move to Columbus with him (believe me, I was kicking and screaming–not only did I love Detroit, but I LOVED where I worked). I loved learning to build things. I loved being able to dream something up and being given a couple hours per week to work on whatever I wanted so long as I demoed it on Friday. I loved that people cared enough to help me succeed, not because it would make them look better, but because it would make our code better. I liked that people listened to things that I had to say, even though I was barely a coder and at the time couldn’t tell you the difference between a NSHipster and a JSONKid. I liked that.
So, when I moved to Columbus, that was what I looked for. I looked…and I looked…and I looked. And then out of no where I got a call from a recruiter. He offered me a ridiculous amount of money and a title that I in no way was really qualified for, but given two months of searching and coming up with nothing in the employment department, I accepted. By the end of the third day, I knew I was going to hate it.
“I can’t do this. I hate it here. I want to cry. I’m about to walk out” I had texted a couple people. My husband texted back that it would get better, it has to. “It’s only the third day” he said. But it didn’t get better. I was applying elsewhere by week four. I had interviews with places by week six. And somewhere in there I lost my love for coding–something that I had fallen for harder than any dude I’ve ever dated, and dammit harder that for my kitten–but now when I got home from work all I wanted to do was go to bed. That closet sharing app? It’s still sitting half-finished in my Code folder. That launching corgi game? Finished, albeit needs some refactoring. But you know how long it’s been since I looked at them? I can hardly stand to look at the code I’m paid to edit without banging my head against the wall–where was I going to find the energy to work on the projects that were just for me?
So, when my boss came over and lamented that everyone from work had stopped coming to CocoaHeads, saying, “I hate that everyone just wants the paycheck, no one loves to code.” I wanted to cry. Because I did love the code. I love learning to make new things, learn new languages, figure out little tricks. And my job has essentially stolen that from me.
When you realize that the thing that used to be so important to you, used to make you so insanely happy that you jumped out of bed on -5 degree mornings to go play with it some more, has started making you sick to think about, it’s time to quit your job.
It might be because I’m 26 and dammit, I just can’t be bought (or maybe I can, maybe that’s why I haven’t quit yet), but I have to get out of here.
First part of this New Years Resolutions Series can be found: here
As I was thinking about making resolutions, I was completely overwhelmed. I had about 30 things that I wanted to accomplish in 2015–all things from quitting my job to losing 50 pounds to traveling the world. There was no way I was going to be able to get everything done. There were so many things that I didn’t even know where to start, and therefore would have no way to finish. But as I started exploring Pinterest (don’t you seriously love Pinterest?!) I found this really cool printable that kind of broke things down a lot better than I ever could.
So one of the things we’ve been trying to do is get healthy (who isn’t?) and hubs really wants to go Paleo/Primal again. I’m all in, but am a complete carb-oholic. So I can’t do anything that doesn’t allow some sort of pancake. Enter: almond flour pancakes!
They’re super easy…believe me, I wouldn’t make it if it wasn’t super easy. I tried to follow a recipe off Pinterest, but it ended up being waaaaaaay too watery, so with some experimentation I made a new recipe.
What you need:
1 1/2 cup almond flour
3 eggs (may be omitted with 1/2 cup apple sauce for my vegan friends)
1/2 cup water or milk (almond milk works great!)
I put cinnamon on these pancakes, but nutmeg would be amazing, or add some berries or carib chips if you want to make it super sweet!
1. Mix all the ingredients together in a big bowl. I used an immersion blender, but it’s not super necessary. We have arms for a reason!
2. Turn the burner onto a medium heat and make sure to use a nonstick saucepan.
3. Cook like normal pancakes: spoon or pour into small circles and flip once the bubbles start to pop. Warning, though: these cook a bit faster than regular pancakes so you might have to keep a closer eye on them.
Serve with syrup (I’m making another post later about my new homemade syrups!) and berries for taste. Ours ended up tasting like french toast with all the cinnamon I added which was FABULOUS for me :)