Wayne Gretzky said, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”. Well, I’m 46, and I’m tired of just aiming. So I’m taking the shot. And I will keep taking the shot, until I’m great at shooting.
I was awake at 6:30 in time for Fajr, the dawn prayer. After the prayer, I went to my desk and got started. On a Sunday. That’s what it takes if you want to get something done. No excuses. Make hay while the sun shines. No matter how grey I think the skies are, I know that there is still sun there. So I’m making hay. If I don’t do this now, I will never do it, so I am doing it.
Right now, I’ve committed to recreating the Chimera font, so I’m literally redrawing it using BitfontMaker2.
When I was 16, I’d draw fonts for practice on graph paper during Chemistry lessons. (I failed Chemistry, despite being really good at it to begin with). 30 years later, and I’m drawing pixel fonts by hand again. Is that crazy? On a Sunday morning with the world asleep, is that madness?
I could probably find some productivity solution, or do some crazy script to get everything across more automatically, but that just distracts me from ding the work and pretty soon, the whole day has gone and I’ve actually done nothing. Sooner or later you just have to do the work. I suppose it’s a bit like the generation ship problem. You know, do you send out a generation ship in the hope that the eventual descendants some way down the line will meet up with an alien civilisation, or do you wait until technology has sufficiently advanced before sending people to far away spaces far more quickly than the primitive tech you used in that generation ship you were thinking of sending a few centuries ago, and which is still ambling along in the bus lane of space somewhere? Well, I’ve decided to take the generation ship.
My dad made me read the Somerset Maugham story on the ant and the grasshopper when I was 6 years old. I’m not sure why, but I spent far too much time as a grasshopper. That’s why I don’t have any savings or a pension. So now I’m an ant, and God willing, I’m not too late.