I spent the last two decades coding between coffee cups. I loved it. I would bounce of bed each morning with my mind buzzing with ideas to employ in my job.

Then I had to work in a different timezone. Can’t drink coffee in the evening, because otherwise I don’t sleep at midnight.

Every day is hell. I expend significant effort to overcome brainfog and motivate myself to work. It’s a losing battle. It’s also an eye opener of exactly how much I like what I’m doing, which isn’t very much. I wonder if it was just the caffeine all along