Three days ago,
I finished up a project I’d been working on for two years. I
realize these ramblings must be getting somewhat repetitive at this
point, but in all honesty, I’m running out of interesting
topics to discuss. Hence I’ve, in a sense, expanded upon
previously addressed subjects.
In any case, there’s no feeling more satisfying than the one I get when I finally finish a project I’ve worked on for a long time. Especially if that time exceeds a threshold of six months. And this one project was my biggest one yet. Around this same time last year, it’d already set a new personal record for me.
And now it’s finally finished. It has been for three days. And yet, the reality of it still hasn’t fully sunken in somehow. Half of the time, I didn’t even believe I’d ever finish it, especially with the fairly long periods of time when I wasn’t working on it at all. Fortunately I proved myself wrong.
When it comes to sharing the joy of it with others, though, I don’t celebrate finishing a project with just about anyone. Granted, most of my acquaintances know about my musical endeavors, but not so much my DOOM modding ones. That’s an interest I’m comfortable sharing with only so many people. And those that I do share it with, they usually know plenty about DOOM already. With the exception of my own mother.
One thing I appreciate about her is that she supports me in all of my creative misadventures, regardless of the field of interest they may be related to. I only wish she showed interest even towards the non-music-related ones, which doesn’t seem to be the case at the moment.
Well, a man can dream.