I raised a real problem with our CTO and waited for him to fix it. Instead he asked what I would do. It annoyed me at first, until I remembered something a former boss once said.

A conversation with a Swedish colleague made me notice a quiet gap in how I was taught to work: do the task well, but leave the deciding to someone else. Where does that reflex come from, and what if the deciding was mine to do all along?

I walked into testing believing it would make me sharper, stricter, harder to please. Years later, I realized the craft had done the opposite—it made me softer, and my life got better for it.

At work I blame the company for nothing getting owned. At home I blame my son for the same thing. Two complaints, the exact same shape — and both of them let me off the hook.

It was December 27, 2024 — the first time I ever used ChatGPT. At that time, I was going through a rather dark period. My mood was low, and many things in life weren’t going the way I had hoped. Then, unexpectedly, something shifted. In the middle of those ordinary chat interactions with ChatGPT, I…

In my earlier post, “Choosing Focus in the Age of Overload,” I talked about cutting the noise and focusing on ourselves. After practicing that idea for a while, I discovered something even more meaningful: I slowly began to feel the beat of life. In a world that is constantly noisy—flooded with information and endless consumption—our…