Crossing the finish line

Work has finally slowed down. The everlasting pressure and overtime suddenly came to a halt, when everyone decided to give up. We, as a team, have exhausted ourselves both mentally and physically. But we, as a team, has grown. One chip, taped out, in under 8 months. Unbelievable.

Listening to music, is never the same anymore. My ear can now pick out the faintest of noises that is usually filtered out by our brain. Am I blessed with such skill? Or cursed by my newfound ability?

I remember a time back before… I remember for the longest time in my life back then, that I used to put one girl in my surrounding on a pedestal and worship her. Fearing, all the time to approach her. Or to even understand her. There’s usually a sense of awe and adoration with a hint of fear whenever that person is around… The typically case of a crush, where your heart rate increases and you blurb out random incomprehenble words.

I asked myself today who is that person now and found myself without an answer. I simply don’t feel that way anymore. Is that sad? Or should I congradulate myself?