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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...
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...
The feeling of being in line, but not knowing how long you’ll be there can be anxiety inducing.
You’re waiting for your name or your number to be called. You feel the pressure of the rest of your day compressing on top of you as the seconds tick by.
There’s the invisible stress in your own body, the nerves, always wondering “am I next?” “How much longer?” “Wait, he got here after I did.”
You feel the nervous energy of everyone around you, experiencing similar emotions. Some handling the stress better than others.
Occasionally, a temper is lost.
Phones are scrolled through, no one wanting to get involved in anything too deep for fear of missing that split second moment, that relief of “finally.”
But there’s a blessing hidden in the wait.
The opportunity to recognize, every single moment, that THIS is the training room. THIS is the way to practice staying calm in the storm.
The WAIT is the GAME.
So, I take a very, very deep breath and remind myself of that
The feeling of being in line, but not knowing how long you’ll be there can be anxiety inducing.
You’re waiting for your name or your number to be called. You feel the pressure of the rest of your day compressing on top of you as the seconds tick by.
There’s the invisible stress in your own body, the nerves, always wondering “am I next?” “How much longer?” “Wait, he got here after I did.”
You feel the nervous energy of everyone around you, experiencing similar emotions. Some handling the stress better than others.
Occasionally, a temper is lost.
Phones are scrolled through, no one wanting to get involved in anything too deep for fear of missing that split second moment, that relief of “finally.”
But there’s a blessing hidden in the wait.
The opportunity to recognize, every single moment, that THIS is the training room. THIS is the way to practice staying calm in the storm.
The WAIT is the GAME.
So, I take a very, very deep breath and remind myself of that
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