My Little Bubble
So, I got really deep into this thing a while back. Can’t even remember exactly what kicked it off, but suddenly, it was all I thought about. This project, this idea, it just grabbed me, you know? Felt like it was mine and mine alone, something nobody else quite got.
I started pouring hours into it. Every evening after work, weekends, sometimes even sneaking in time during lunch breaks. I set up my little corner, gathered all my tools – or software, or whatever it was for this particular obsession. I’d just get lost in it. My wife would call me for dinner, and I’d be like, “Yeah, yeah, in a minute,” but that minute would stretch into an hour.
It felt good, though, that intense focus. Like building something piece by piece, completely under my control. It was my world, running on my rules. I stopped:
- Checking in much with friends.
- Watching shows we used to watch together.
- Even keeping up with my usual hobbies.
Everything else just faded into the background. It wasn’t intentional, not really, it just… happened. This thing I was doing felt more real, more important.
Waking Up
Then, one day, I kinda looked up. I finished a big part of whatever I was working on, sat back, and suddenly realized how quiet the house was. How long it had been since I just hung out, did nothing, you know? My little exclusive bubble had kinda cut me off.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of what I did, the thing I built or learned. It was a serious grind, and I pushed myself. But man, that feeling of looking around and seeing what I’d missed? That hit hard. It wasn’t worth the total exclusivity I’d demanded from myself.
Took a bit to readjust. Started making an effort again. Calling people back. Leaving the project alone after dinner. It’s still there, my little project, but it’s not everything anymore. Learned my lesson, I guess. Gotta have your own stuff, sure, but not壁垒so high you can’t see over them.
