When I started blogging, I published here each week religiously, treating my self-imposed deadline with more reverence than I ever gave my day job. I woke at 5 a.m., showered cold, meditated, journaled over Gongfu tea, and wrote uninterrupted for hours—the kind of heroic optimizer morning routine that’s since become a meme. But mock as you might, I was a man on a mission. A tech bro possessed, burning with purpose.
I can’t overstate how much writing here—and treating it as a form of spiritual practice—has changed my life. It not only helped me heal but also allowed me to radically reshape my career and opened doors to collaborations I once could only dream of.
For a long time, I believed writing was the one thing I could never lose. But I’ve recently come to terms with the fact that I can no longer write like I used to. Things have been trending in this direction for a few years, and though I’ve hinted at it before, it feels appropriate now to reveal myself more directly. Part of me has been grieving this change, slowly coming to terms with it, while another part is genuinely excited about what it might open up.