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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Historically, when I felt a pang somewhere in my body about a loss of some sort, my reaction was “Toughen up. Deal.”
There are times, particularly in the midst of a crisis moment, where that skill is incredibly valuable.
Most times, however, it’s just a way to bury emotion, shunt it away, and never deal with it. Never allow for the pain of the moment to be experienced.
I used to think that this was what I was “supposed” to do, particularly as a man in our contemporary society.
Now, however, when I feel the sadness come in about something that I once had and now no longer have, I seek to welcome it with open arms, embrace it fully, like a guest coming into my house whose presence I welcome.
This change in perspective allows for a new type of experience to unfold, one in which I can feel the pain, but also feel the joy of having had the “thing” for a period of time at all.
That was the blessing in the first place.
Historically, when I felt a pang somewhere in my body about a loss of some sort, my reaction was “Toughen up. Deal.”
There are times, particularly in the midst of a crisis moment, where that skill is incredibly valuable.
Most times, however, it’s just a way to bury emotion, shunt it away, and never deal with it. Never allow for the pain of the moment to be experienced.
I used to think that this was what I was “supposed” to do, particularly as a man in our contemporary society.
Now, however, when I feel the sadness come in about something that I once had and now no longer have, I seek to welcome it with open arms, embrace it fully, like a guest coming into my house whose presence I welcome.
This change in perspective allows for a new type of experience to unfold, one in which I can feel the pain, but also feel the joy of having had the “thing” for a period of time at all.
That was the blessing in the first place.
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jer979Hugging Loss
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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