Please remember there are levels to taking a stand. There’s a difference between sharing a slide of a carousel post on your Instagram story, which disappears in 24 hours, and sharing it to your main feed, where people can comment.

“You’re a minnow. They want you to be a minnow, so the sharks can feel good. The sharks pay for everything.”

A special day is as fragile as an egg.

I see people often ask ChatGPT questions like “do you think this marketing idea is cool for Gen-Z?” Or they’ll ask “does this company have a big budget?”

As a freelancer, I often run into people who tell me they’re thinking about making a change in their career. When I check back in to see if these folks have quit their jobs, they haven’t.

Where does your job fall on this graph? Do you find yourself wanting to trend toward a different corner? Why is that? 

This is something I’ve been thinking about as I prepare to write the first draft of my second book in a few weeks. I know it sounds obvious.

AI art is not, by definition, art. The definition of art is “the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination.”

If everyone has access to the same ambiguous, potentially incorrect information, it’s no longer an advantage.

As a younger person, I loved compromises. What’s not to love about people agreeing on a plan they can both accept? Why does one person always need to win? 

Most art can be enjoyed long after it’s created. Not so with food.

Trying to motivate myself to lift weights is difficult. I get legalistic about it. I make bargains and cut deals with myself to do fewer reps, to lift less weight, and to stick to lifts I’m comfortable with. 

When you think you’re accurate, that’s when you neglect to double check your work, so you make a mistake. 

Is the level of success you’re able to achieve directly proportionate to the amount of pain you’re willing to endure?

I saw a tweet recently joking that the very first books were audiobooks.

To own a business that generates you many millions of dollars, you have to become a certain type of person. Is that worth it?

Of course there are days that are not enjoyable. Of course life presents hardship. Unavoidable, painful hardship. But who is the gatekeeper of your own enjoyment?

Living in Los Angeles has thousands of perks. It also has a few downsides. One of those downsides showed up on my apartment building’s driveway the other day, in the from of urine in a water bottle. 

You know that feeling, right? When you incorporate a new productivity habit, you see everything you’re accomplishing, and you feel invincible?

Why do we need to be good at things in order to try? Why do we need to be good at things to enjoy them?