Spend enough time in the dark looking for monsters, and you’ll find you’ve become one.
Constraints fuel creativity.
They also smother embers.
I hate dealing with salespeople so busy selling, they miss what I’m willing to buy.
I have an inexplicable compulsion to avoid starting on easy tasks. I realize I may be addicted to the self-inflicted stress.
Write. Edit. Rewrite.
Scrutinize. Doubt.
Publish. Cringe.
Decaf coffee, thick as molasses, boiling over and burning on the bottom of the carafe.
Industrial fans circulate the acrid fumes across the office.
If only AI could solve this.
I’ve determined that my insulated coffee tumbler is nothing more than an adult sippy cup.
Great for microdosing caffeine all day.
Terrible for enjoying a good cup of coffee.
Who are design influencers trying to reach when they boast about their AI productivity gains?
Is it a cost-cutting clientele, now justified in bypassing designers to use the AI they are already subscribed to?
Or is it the design community that’s fighting against the commoditization of their craft?
Doing nothing can be a strategy when life comes at you fast.
But there’s a difference between riding a rip current and freezing in front of oncoming traffic.
Catastrophizing at 2 in the morning.
Is it because I’m past my half-life or is it a symptom of being a progressive American in 2026?