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Personal notes rarely appear here unless they connect to work, research, or something I built. Some things should stay private. This month was different. It forced me to reconsider what I was treating as important.

This is not meant to be a LinkedIn inspirational post, but a small keepsake of my thought process.

What follows is what happened, what it made me think about, and why it changed how I look at the next part of my life.


The month that interrupted the plan

I was supposed to be in transition mode. My current position was ending at the end of May, and interviews were moving in different directions. Some were early. Some were close to final. Data scientist roles, bioinformatician roles, even a few software engineering roles.

I wanted to keep my options open.

Then something unexpected happened. I will not share the medical details here, but I had to stay in the hospital for 16 days. It was uncomfortable, tiring, and much longer than expected.

A hospital stay also gave me too much time to think.

I was away from my normal routine. Work stopped. Planning stopped. A lot of the things that felt urgent before suddenly had to wait, because my body was the thing that needed attention first.


Fear was driving more than I realized

Before all of this, I was worried about finding a job. That is a normal thing to worry about, especially when a position is ending and the next step is not fixed yet.

I was applying broadly because I did not want to miss anything. The strategy was flexibility. I was telling myself that flexibility was the smart thing to do.

But I didn't realize, some of it was due to fear.

Being stuck in a hospital bed made that easier to see. I had been so focused on not losing momentum that I stopped asking what kind of momentum I actually wanted.

Options mattered, but not every option was connected to the kind of life or work I care about.

That is hard to admit, but it is probably true.


I still care about making good things

Being sick did not make me care less about work. It made me more honest about the kind of work I want.

I still care about making things that work. Useful software, meaningful science, and tools that help people do better work. Proteomics is where my expertise is, and the problems still feel worth the effort.

I do not want to drift into work that only looks good from the outside.

Work arrangements are not all the same to me:

  • Working from home is comfortable
  • Being close to the people I love matters
  • Having my own space, my own routine, maybe a cat nearby while I work matters

These are not small things to me.

After this month, I have less patience for onsite or hybrid requirements that seem to exist mostly for monitoring productivity or justifying office space. Not every job can be remote. Teams have different needs. But my health, comfort, and daily environment matter more than I was letting myself admit.


I do not want to work under duress

I want to value happiness more than making money under duress. That sounds simple, but it is not simple when there are bills, uncertainty, and pressure to make the safest possible choice.

I still need to be practical.

At the same time, I do not want fear to choose everything for me:

  • I do not want to spend my energy on work that makes me unhappy if I have another choice
  • I do not want to work for a company that takes open-source projects, builds a product on top of them, and then slowly makes the product worse for the people who depended on the original work
  • I do not want to do all of this only after I am exhausted, scared, or unhappy

Maybe that sounds idealistic. Maybe it is.

I have too many ideas and opinions, and too little time. I want to keep building open-source tools. I want to keep writing. I want to keep contributing to science in a way that feels useful and honest.

That is the part that keeps coming back.


It made me think about fragile things

This month made me think about the people I love. It made me think about how quickly normal life can be interrupted.

I do not want to turn sickness into a lesson too neatly. I do not think everything needs a clean meaning. Being sick was bad. Being a medically interesting case was not fun. Losing control over time, body, and plans was frustrating.

It still changed how I think.

I do not want my work to require me to ignore my life. I do not want ambition that only works when nothing goes wrong. I do not want to make plans that treat health, loved ones, and peace as things I can postpone until later.

I have done some of that before.

I do not want to keep doing it.


What I am taking from it

I am not quitting ambition. I am trying to be more careful with it.

I still want to work hard. I still want to build things. I still want to contribute to science and open-source work. I still want to have a career that I can be proud of.

I just want those things to fit inside a life that I actually want to live.

That may mean being more selective. It may mean saying no to some options even if they look good from the outside. It may mean choosing the path that gives me more peace, more time near the people I love, and more room to make things that matter to me.

I do not know exactly what that looks like yet. But I know this:

I do not want fear to be the only reason I choose.