PHP in templates is so last decade
Week seven, feeling lucky.
Why you ask, I ask the same question all the time, and I don’t get an answer.
Why do we go down certain paths, each leading us in different directions, never ending up back where we started. Sometimes we lament our new location, and there are those special times when we feel right at home, like how could I have lived back there.
There’s always these stories, mostly religious, where a higher power has some pull in the outcome.
There’s been many nights where the keyboard was clackity clacking on cruise control. I tell you honestly each new day brought amazement, like I did that, how? One thing built on another, this piece fell into place, which made a bigger piece, which fell into yet another.
What exactly am I doing here, wish I knew.
But it feels right, like I’m on track, and nothing can stop destiny.
I’m Bert, just a guy who came back from a 4 year break with renewed energy and here I am.
Next week.