I did a deep binge on two or three projects I would never do, and like five small ones that would have consumed months.
It felt like that, kinda, for a bit. Now whenever it does something for me I get nothing. I didn’t do it… the chatbot did. What’s for me to celebrate? How can there be any real pride or satisfaction for a thing that was just handed to me because I asked for it?
If anything it diminishes my satisfaction looking back on previous projects. They’re “a few hours with a chatbot”, now.
The things I had to learn and the informed decisions I had to make? All pointless trivia, now. A child could do it.
The magic and possibilities parts just all wore off after a heavy run, and I don’t know if that’s ever coming back.
I hear what you and the other sibling comment are saying. I, thankfully, somehow, am able to focus more on the results than the process. Having fun playing a game (that AFAIK no longer exists) with my family is still having fun. Having people using a new apt cacher that fixes problems with existing ones, and also can survive the recent DDoS, is still a really great thing.
But, I'm not going to yuck your yum. I appreciate the people who do jointery using hand tools, even if I'm out here with a track saw and a router.