The Guilt of Non-Traditional Holidays (And Making Peace With It)
Twenty years of working Christmas Day. A card, a call, and no apologies for the quiet version.
The Thoughts We Rarely Admit
Twenty years of working Christmas Day. A card, a call, and no apologies for the quiet version.
Thoughts get trapped in a loop when you rush too much. A change of scenery breaks it.
A photo of my friend in hospital holding a Bible made me wonder what I’ve been missing.
At 57, I’ve never bought a new vehicle. Admitting that brought something unexpected back.
Thousands of hours of work, still paycheque to paycheque. What if I’ve been building without God?
I used to guard my privacy carefully. Now I tell AI everything. Here’s what changed.
Slow reflexes, no leaderboard ambitions. There’s real freedom in being gloriously mediocre at something.
AI can be a brilliant editor. Let it become your author and you’ll sound like everyone else.
Sceptics have an explanation. But why do five-year-olds and brain surgeons describe the same thing?