So, I bumped into this term, “amen clothing,” the other day. Wasn’t really looking for it, just sorta popped up while I was scrolling online, you know how it is. It got me thinking, not really about the clothes themselves, if I’m being honest.
It just triggered this weird memory. Reminded me of this phase I went through a while back. Things were kinda messy, felt like I needed some kinda sign, anything really. Like saying ‘amen’ and hoping things just sort themselves out. It was around the time I was trying to get this small side project off the ground. Nothing fancy, just something I wanted to build myself.
The Grind
Man, getting started was rough. First, I had to figure out the basic idea. Spent weeks just sketching stuff out, making notes, trying to see if it even made sense. Then came the actual doing part.
- Finding the right tools: This took forever. Tried one thing, didn’t work. Tried another, too complicated. Felt like I was just stumbling around in the dark.
- Making the first version: Finally got something basic working. Looked terrible, barely functioned, but it was something. Felt like a small win, you know?
- Hitting roadblocks: Then, boom. Problems. Stuff breaking for no reason. Things I thought would be easy turned out to be super hard. Lots of late nights staring at the screen, drinking bad coffee.
- Getting feedback: Showed it to a couple of friends. Some liked it, some just gave me that blank stare. Tough crowd.
Honestly, there were days I just wanted to chuck the whole thing. Felt like I was pouring energy into a black hole. You question yourself a lot during times like that. Am I wasting my time? Is this even worth it?
I kept pushing, bit by bit. Made tiny improvements. Fixed one bug, then another. Slowly, very slowly, it started looking like a real thing. It wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot, but it was mine. I built it.
So yeah, “amen clothing”. Weird connection, I know. But that’s what it made me remember. That grind, that feeling of just needing things to work out, saying a little ‘amen’ under your breath hoping the next step wouldn’t fail. It’s funny what triggers memories sometimes. Just gotta keep plugging away, I guess.
