This is not really about Christmas. It’s about caring too much about what other people think and how that trait of mine is slowing eroding away.
I avoid the sun, I’ve never been in a tanning booth, I try to keep my skin Casper-white (the ghost, not the mattress) and yet I ended up with skin cancer in my 30s. Here’s what it’s been like both procedurally and mentally. Spoiler alert for those who wanna wait until their 70s.
You know those things that are broken a little bit but you continue to live with without fixing? Like a door that sticks in winter but still closes with a little hip-check. Or a car that makes a loud noise when you reverse slowly but otherwise drives just fine? Or a toothbrush that should be replaced according to the blue “wear indicator” stripe but you know is just fine for another month? I’m kinda that.
There are a lot of guidelines about how often or how much we should do or have of a certain thing. Those are handy, but let’s add some realism to the mix and lower the bar so we can stumble over it.
If a startup starts in the forest but no one is around to be a user, does it really exist?
An update on the newly-named Grapefruit. It has a name and is in the final testing phase!
A long time ago in a village or something somewhat far away.
I’m rebuilding Illuum, the life tracking app. A little bit of why and a look at the new prototype!
Work-life balance is a good thing, right? Something worth talking about and fighting for? If so, then why does the mention of it make the skeptical hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention? There’s something wrong here.
As I keep trying to push my life further, I keep coming up against the same brick wall: my introversion. It’s a wall I didn’t want to accept existed but embracing it has too many benefits to ignore.