The pier has become one of my favorite waiting places. Yesterday, as my kid was at art class, I took a seat and just let myself breathe. The tide was coming in, pressing against the pilings, pulling back, and returning again. The water was brackish and greenish-brown, hard to see
I slipped away for a quiet weekend in St. Pete. No agenda. Just space to walk, think, create. It’s amazing what you notice when you slow down. Some people seek clarity through big questions or grand breakthroughs. Mine often arrive in the subtle, ordinary moments—the way light hits
I was driving through a rainstorm, wipers working overtime, water drumming on the roof. In my rearview mirror, a rainbow appeared, arching gently across the gray. A moment later, after a few turns, the rainbow was in front of me instead. It struck me how perfectly a rainbow captures the
Before our upcoming trip, I casually told my son, “Let’s make a mix tape.” He blinked. “A what?” “You know,” I said, “a collection of songs you compile for the road.” “Ohhh,” he said. “You mean… a playlist?” Same concept. Same intention. Different words. Different worlds. It reminded me
On a recent flight, I found myself seated behind a man whose voice was impossible to ignore. He wasn’t speaking to me—he was speaking across the aisle, over someone else, as if the rest of us simply weren’t there. Loud. Oblivious. Relentless. For two hours, the cabin
Sometimes, the smallest things reveal the biggest truths. A while back, I found myself in a negotiation—one that had unfolded carefully over several weeks. The terms were clear, the agreement nearly finalized. And then, a tiny detail surfaced. A technicality. A technicality so small it hardly seemed worth mentioning.
In my early days as an operator, I prided myself on being a generalist. I could build a deck, restructure a workflow, rally a cross-functional team, and troubleshoot an integration—often all in the same week. I wore many hats, not just willingly, but proudly. The speed, the variety, the
There’s a certain satisfaction in automating the repetitive. A few weeks ago, I decided to build a recurring reminder system for my team. Just a lightweight ping before our weekly meetings to make sure everyone remembers to upload their documents. Nothing fancy. Just a nudge. At first, I was
This weekend, I unplugged (for just a bit). Just me, my family, and our paddleboards gliding down the Santa Fe. It was one of those rare moments of peace—and insight. Watching my son gain confidence with each stroke, I noticed how his turns became more intentional, how he learned
You don’t see culture on a balance sheet. But it’s there. In missed deadlines. In regretted hires. In meetings that go in circles because no one feels safe enough to speak up. Culture is the invisible ledger every company keeps—whether they admit it or not. We talk
This weekend in the kitchen, my son picked a recipe that required chiffonading basil. He read up on the technique, determined to try it on his own. When I asked if he wanted me to show him first, he said no. A few attempts in, he realized it wasn’t
A few days ago, I spent hours trying to set up my tech stack to support my writing process. I needed a system where I could seamlessly capture insights, compile research, and organize notes before diving into writing. After exhausting all my troubleshooting ideas, I reached out to a friend.