"otelcol validate" tells you whether your Collector config is valid.
It can't tell you whether your one-line change just dropped every ERROR log.
Validity �� behavior.
We test code. Why don't we test telemetry pipelines?
"otelcol validate" tells you whether your Collector config is valid.
It can't tell you whether your one-line change just dropped every ERROR log.
Validity ≠ behavior.
We test code. Why don't we test telemetry pipelines?
For everyone who suffered through 8-2.
For everyone who half 6 at Stamford Bridge in Wenger’s 1,000th game.
For everyone who suffered through Baku.
For everyone who had to go to school after conceding 10 to Bayern.
Today is for you. Drink it all in. We deserve this.
I love this club. 22 years we have waited. Enjoy it until your hearts are full. This fanbase is family to me. So so proud of Arteta and the squad. We have done it.
Champions of England.
I promise you this is only the start for this beautiful institution.
COYG 😭❤️
… and honestly, the folks I pity. Are those that unknowingly allow all these talks limit their dreams or shut their eyes to possibilities.
Cos of something someone said and then over said.
I’m also choosing rest,
not the kind that numbs me,
but the kind that restores.
Not the comfort that cages,
but the stillness that heals.
The kind that welcomes joy without guilt,
and lets peace come home,
not as an escape,
but as a rightful return.
I was going to tweet about how "I am commiting to embracing discomfort", but I relaized while typing that - Growth needs challenge, yes. But it also needs rest, joy and softness.
Discomfort shapes you,
Rest integrates you
Both matter.
I’m choosing discomfort not the kind that breaks me,
but the kind that builds.
Not the pain of self-abandonment,
but the stretch of growth.
The kind that humbles my ego, sharpens my soul,
and serves a truth larger than comfort ever could.
The holy spirit knows that the search for perfection in another is a smoke screen to hide the need to develop the perfect in ourselves.
Marianne Williamson.
This. When you truly love someone, there are certain sacrifices and inconveniences you wouldn’t want them to make for you. And even if they insist, you’ll have the natural inclination to reciprocate or compensate somehow. Love is compassionate. Love has a conscience.