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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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jer979Meeting Negativity
Yesterday I was feeling kind of down.
It doesn’t matter why.
Sometimes this happens.
It felt like I was wearing a layer or two too many.
The colors of fall were gorgeous around me, particularly the reds, but I kept ignoring them, choosing instead to be aware of the malaise.
In other times, I would run…hard…from this moment. Escape. Find quick “outs.” Bury it.
Yesterday, though, I wondered what would happen if I met it. Just accepted its presence. Didn’t fight it. Accepted the shame of feeling guilty for even feeling that way instead of berating myself, making things worse.
I can’t say it was fun, but I can say that I sense a spark of liberation.
And I think it came from the fact that the rhythms and routines I have built that are constructive work, even when I’m not feeling great or positive.
That habit infrastructure pushed me forward.
The goal, it seems to me, is not a goal.
Yesterday I was feeling kind of down.
It doesn’t matter why.
Sometimes this happens.
It felt like I was wearing a layer or two too many.
The colors of fall were gorgeous around me, particularly the reds, but I kept ignoring them, choosing instead to be aware of the malaise.
In other times, I would run…hard…from this moment. Escape. Find quick “outs.” Bury it.
Yesterday, though, I wondered what would happen if I met it. Just accepted its presence. Didn’t fight it. Accepted the shame of feeling guilty for even feeling that way instead of berating myself, making things worse.
I can’t say it was fun, but I can say that I sense a spark of liberation.
And I think it came from the fact that the rhythms and routines I have built that are constructive work, even when I’m not feeling great or positive.
That habit infrastructure pushed me forward.
The goal, it seems to me, is not a goal.
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