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ask me again next year
Compared to this time last year are you happier or sadder? At the end of this month it will have been exactly two and a half years since I left that stable job and set out on an adventure of random and self employment. Two. And a half. Years. It was a story of burnout
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on online
What is your perspective on the culture of 2025? Can I write what I really want to write here without getting put on a list somewhere that prevents me from crossing borders? Hmm… I mean, you’re online. You’re almost certainly reading this on a screen, in a web browser, through a magic wire that connects
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puppy love
Without asking how would people describe you in 2025? We all want to viewed favourably, don’t we? I mean I’m sure there are exceptions out there, oddball folks who thrive on division and get off on people hating them. Just look at the internet after all: it’s like a zoo for people like that, all
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fear of stupid
What do you wish you’d done less of this past year? I have a terrible case of something I’m going to call FOGWI… or fear of giving the wrong impression. It is awkward to admit it, but I really find that I (often subconsciously) make stupid choices about even the most mundane choices because I
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third-place-less
I’m sitting in a coffee shop trying to do some writing, but first I needed to get some words off my chest: this was fifth out-of-the house writing location I tried. It’s shortly after lunchtime on a Monday in October and the first four locations I tried—including three other cafes and the local public library—were