I've been a little wrecked, on the obsession front, with the task of reducing the weight of my bikepacking camera gear, while at the same time maintaining my ability to take quality photos. All of this is based on the premise that I actually have the skillset to take a quality photo with any gear, which is ludicrous. So a bit of humor there.
But when you are in that space where your day job pretty much consumes your life, and a shit-ton of something within you is dying to transcend the shackles, maybe that's where some good stuff comes from, idea-wise.
Like, if you have all the time in the world, what's gonna motivate you to think up something rad? You may sorta want to think up something rad, but you can always put it off until tomorrow. Because you can. But if you really want to think up something rad and you don't have enough time to do it, well, when you do have a little time, you're gonna make hay. If this makes sense. Or not.
Pressure. This is what I think about all the time right now. It's what motivates us to do what other people want us to do, and how we get other people to do what we want them to do, and what determines what life ultimately extracts from each of us. Pressure can be brutal and cruel in the extreme case, and it can be royally productive in the proper doses, but in the scenario that we all seem to crave where there is none, it's a stupid human condition. Nothing good can come from zero pressure, so please don't grant me that.
But I seriously digress. This is about nothing more than a silly camera bag. Which is not even close to rad. Maybe just mildly interesting, at best.