A developer without their mojo is a bad thing. A terrible thing. Imagine sitting down at a file, scrolling through line up line of your own code and nothing making sense. Imagine staring at that file not knowing where to start, and as the hours slowly tick tock tick tock past, instead of clarity and concentration, all you feel is the wetness of the tears of frustration rolling down your face.
I’d like to tell you I’m exaggerating, but that basically sums up August for me. And, in honesty, July too: my mojo got up & left me… bereft, unproductive, listless. The harder I tried to push through, the more stressed I got, and the feeling of failing to achieve anything overwhelmed me. I knew it was bad when I managed to spend 4 hours last week staring at a single line of basic code.
But this morning I woke up with a fire in my belly and I knew today would be a good day. And it was: I was in the zone and kicking butt.
My mojo is back.