It's Tuesday evening. I just realized that. I mean, I kind of knew it but it didn't really process that yesterday was Monday and therefore I was supposed to write a weekly post yesterday until just now. I kind of blame the fact that I didn't have work yesterday. And

I went into the week with the best of intentions to maintain the boundaries I set for myself. This week was going to be the test. The result? Well if you ask my coach it wasn't a failure, but on paper, it definitely was. Last week was the first week

I have a love/hate relationship with routine. I don't get into routines on purpose, and the idea of routine feels dull, but I've come to realize that when I do have routine, things just flow a lot more easily. Despite not having much going on, I haven't had much

As I suspected, having something defined to do with minimal barrier to get started was the trick for luring myself away from working 24/7. I streamed for another couple of hours this week and all I could think of was "wow, I would have been all over this if

Oops on a couple things, really. Oops I didn't keep to my "write 1 thing a day" goal for the week. Honestly I completely forgot on Friday after work. I remembered on Saturday morning, but somehow completely forgot to do Friday's and Saturday's on Saturday. And then Sunday was just

Literally anywhere.

> Reading is just looking at a dead piece of wood for hours and hallucinating. [https://www.reddit.com/r/Showerthoughts/comments/7re7j7/reading_is_just_looking_at_a_dead_piece_of_wood/?ref_source=embed&ref=share] from Showerthoughts [https://www.reddit.com/r/Showerthoughts/] A few years ago, at

I'll be honest, I'm already in bed for the night and just remembered I was supposed to write something today. It's 9:54PM. I just finished work 10 minutes ago. See previous entries on needing to set better boundaries and timebox the stuff that overflows the day. Given literally nothing

After getting a piece of information that unlocked a whole branch of my family tree last week, I've spent countless hours (and I do mean countless - I lost track of time on Friday and suddenly realized it was 2:30am and I should go to bed) down the rabbit

This morning, as I do most mornings, I was watching a bunch of random stuff on YouTube and came across this Colin and Samir interview with Lilly Singh. An almost-aside-comment from Samir really stuck with me: "What if you take an hour of time with a notepad and [answer] 'What

When I set out to find more balance and to find some new hobbies and interests, I figured it would be a process of "wherever the winds may take me." I would just see what sparked my interest in the moment and go do that. Oh how wrong I was.

I find myself overwhelmed with options of where to begin. A few days ago, when this whole idea felt a lot clearer, I wrote: > I'm not setting out to achieve anything specific. I'm going to set out to find what interests me at this point in my life. What do

I have to start somewhere, so here's a braindump of everything I think I want to tackle in 2022. I fully expect this list to evolve over the course of the year as I learn more, tune priorities, etc. Let's see where this ends up... Health Fit into my jeans

Before I get too far into thinking about 2022, I want to capture a few thoughts about 2021. I think I could summarize 2021 in a few themes: Work, Introspection, Imbalance, and Adaptation. I don't really want to spend a ton of time writing about Work here, but suffice it

If you've known me for more than about 5 years, you might know that I used to be rather goal- and productivity-obsessed. I used to set 101 goals for myself every year. I seemed to always have something I was striving toward. It was easy for me. And, at that