It showed up on my family’s living room table just around when my grandfather died. A massive spiral-bound book that was almost the size of a ream of paper. It was a typed version of my grandfather’s journals, and over the next weeks I discovered in these pages answers to questions I never thought to have.
My month-long sabbatical was mostly rest and an absense of work, but the result was that the last week was filled with an explosion of
I’ll have an idea for a product, or a piece of content, and go on to explore it, but as I progress realize that someone has already written about it or started a company with a similar concept; and I’m stopped dead in my tracks.
The festivity was high, wine and conversation flowing freely. I met several people, and was reminded how hard it is to explain to a new acquaintance what exactly I do for work.
Those 5 articles you have open because they’re so important and you must read them? They’re actually just taking mental space from what is your primary focus now.
I wasn’t going to let my desire for perfection in ticking off every single day overshadow the primary focus of the day, and one of my values: celebration and putting life over work.
You’ll like this if you enjoy a semi-regular virtual, at-scale letter. Which is why I sort of hate the concept, but here we are.
A collection of notes: a place to explore new ideas and old, get on my soapbox, and sharpen my understanding of the nature of things.
As I child, I thought everyone had a favorite font. This year I’ve taken this nerdiness to a whole new level and started to design and build fonts.