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.
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.
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.
Writing without thinking is better when you’re drinking. Too bad I wrote this sober because it goes straight to nowhere.
The big surprise result from tracking my sleep for the past year is how much time I spend awake during seemingly restful nights.
That may sound like a confusing title but it’s only because it’s the goddamn key to everything in your entire universe in four words. You have to want the right things.
Staying busy is a quality tool to keep the mind running smooth. It works even if the things you keep busy with are completely pointless.