I started my coding journey in elementary school, making crappy flash games coded in such a way it could burst into flames at any given time. It was my humble beginning to what would spark a creative…
In the looking glass of a blank page, I see myself, a mess
A tempest, hesitant fears, paralyzing doubt wearing smiles and surety like a dress
This is part of the journey, luggage stacked waiting by the door,
Condemning, each procrastinating glance bowing the pine floor
The choice is child-like simple, making it painful and hard
Open a bag and listen, or walk away from hidden shards
The bags contain the cloths of former selves
Folded, hidden deep on memory shelves
They whisper sweet lies that feel real, carved in bone
And bitter truths that push you forward, onward, alone
In the event that you’ve never known about cryotherapy, sit back and relax! It’s not quite as strange as it sounds, and we will get into every one of the current realities about it here in one…