Ten Minutes

That is all it took. Ten minutes of experimenting with JSON. I was surprised that my first guess brought a solution to this struggle I am having.

By creating a sketch, or quick structure within JSON, I feel better. My mind started separating information that was previously clogged. I can see the divide between parsing the markdown document and then how to structure that data to be easily accessed and read for the other part of my software. Even how I can easily update or change the contents of the markdown through the JSON format. Then finally translating that JSON file back into the markdown format.

My mind was struggling from removing ambiguity to my thought process. Honestly I had to fight an undercurrent of self-doubt. This is not the first time I encountered this mental hang up. Now with immediate feedback that changing the problem space works I will continue to shape and redefine the problem.

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