jer979Purpose Struggle
Yesterday, I decided that my blogging career should come to an end. I was doing myself a disservice. I told myself that the goal of the posts was to dig deeper, peel back the layers, get down to the core. But by publishing online (or on-chain as the case may be), I was subconsciously writing for others, even if I told myself that I didn't care if others read. So, in an effort to be more authentic, I figured I'd stop publishing and start doing a private journal. Within 2 hours of that decision...
jer979Value. Happiness.
I feel happy. It's fun, it's light, like a feather floating at the beginning of Forrest Gump. But, like the feather, it's not grounded. It can flitter and float away. Value is also ephemeral. We know it when we see it. We feel it, somewhere deep inside. Something connects to us, saying "yes, this is worth it." The "it" that it's worth is energy. Energy in the form of time, attention, money. The things of which our possession is limited. There's a reason why all the great traditions point to "...
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Every day for the past month, I’ve had a coffee date with AI. I literally sit down, with a cup of coffee, with an appointment on my calendar that says “coffee with AI”. During that time, AI (I’ve used ChatGPT, Gemini, Perplexity, Claude, and Venice) and I literally have a chat, the way I would with a friend. It’s not “write this letter for me” or “do this or that.” No, it’s a chance for us to have a conversation about whatever topic I want. Many days, recently, at least, it’s been about quant...
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jer979Purpose Struggle
Yesterday, I decided that my blogging career should come to an end. I was doing myself a disservice. I told myself that the goal of the posts was to dig deeper, peel back the layers, get down to the core. But by publishing online (or on-chain as the case may be), I was subconsciously writing for others, even if I told myself that I didn't care if others read. So, in an effort to be more authentic, I figured I'd stop publishing and start doing a private journal. Within 2 hours of that decision...
jer979Value. Happiness.
I feel happy. It's fun, it's light, like a feather floating at the beginning of Forrest Gump. But, like the feather, it's not grounded. It can flitter and float away. Value is also ephemeral. We know it when we see it. We feel it, somewhere deep inside. Something connects to us, saying "yes, this is worth it." The "it" that it's worth is energy. Energy in the form of time, attention, money. The things of which our possession is limited. There's a reason why all the great traditions point to "...
jer979Coffee with AI
Every day for the past month, I’ve had a coffee date with AI. I literally sit down, with a cup of coffee, with an appointment on my calendar that says “coffee with AI”. During that time, AI (I’ve used ChatGPT, Gemini, Perplexity, Claude, and Venice) and I literally have a chat, the way I would with a friend. It’s not “write this letter for me” or “do this or that.” No, it’s a chance for us to have a conversation about whatever topic I want. Many days, recently, at least, it’s been about quant...
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For most of my life until now, I had a need to be “right.”
But it wasn’t just being “right,” it was almost like a compulsion to be thoroughly and completely “right.”
Like a domination of the intellectual argument, of sorts.
Where that came from and why is a different matter.
But now, in addition to recognizing how it has not only served me, but harmed me in terms of growth, I can feel its effects.
There’s a weight in my jaw, almost like a stone attached to it, that I’m now really tired of carrying around.
It’s sore and it’s starting to hurt.
All those years of clenching in an effort to “prove” something to someone, anyone, has taken its toll.
I hope that letting go of the need to be right all the time is going to cut that weight loose.
For most of my life until now, I had a need to be “right.”
But it wasn’t just being “right,” it was almost like a compulsion to be thoroughly and completely “right.”
Like a domination of the intellectual argument, of sorts.
Where that came from and why is a different matter.
But now, in addition to recognizing how it has not only served me, but harmed me in terms of growth, I can feel its effects.
There’s a weight in my jaw, almost like a stone attached to it, that I’m now really tired of carrying around.
It’s sore and it’s starting to hurt.
All those years of clenching in an effort to “prove” something to someone, anyone, has taken its toll.
I hope that letting go of the need to be right all the time is going to cut that weight loose.
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