I often hold this vision in my mind of buckets with small holes in them, hanging up in a tree. As I fill each bucket, they slowly leak. The more full they are, the better life is. If they go unattended for too long, life unravels. Each bucket represents a fundamental need to maintain well-being. To be fulfilled.

Pursuing a music career and finding some success had some buckets overflowing, while others--too many--had been left empty and dry. I saw a more balanced life in a return to coding.