I have an unpublished draft post titled: Am I a Star Wars fan anymore?. It was supposed to be an exploration of my love for Star Wars, when I wasn’t excited about any of the upcoming movies or shows at the time. Since I was the designated Star Wars geek in multiple circles.
Never published it because it’s tone oscillated between drunken rant, and whiny whimpering. I’m glad I didn’t.
As organizations grow, they must transition from a “startup mode” of aligned chaos to a structured yet flexible approach that enables independent teams to collaborate effectively.
Even when flying alone for work, I arrive way too early at airports. I even check the weight of my carry-on. Why? rules always seem to apply to me. Some would say I’m unlucky, and I don’t mind. Because I’m lucky in love.
I don’t play the lottery or gamble. Yes, in the back of my mind the fact that I’m almost as likely to win by not playing than playing probably sends the wrong vibes on the roulette table. Still, I play for fun when the situation calls for it, but never expect to win. Yet, I don’t mind. I’m lucky in love.
Here’s three things I want to blog about over at 5typos.net during January:
Let’s see if sharing this publicly shames me into actually writing the posts.
I once flew just over our Miami apartment when coming back of a work trip, and instagrammed a photo with the caption:
Home is where Ana is.
I was particularly proud of that one. Flash forward a decade, and the caption should now read:
Home is where Ana, Robie and Bettina are.
While true, it’s a bit more complex. I’d assume that Ana mostly needs our kids and myself to be present under the same roof. But Robie and Bettina also have preferences, and they’re not necessarily the same as mine.
Cold showers are terrible. Scratch that, cold showers are an abomination. Why did we leave our comfortable urban environment for these infra-human conditions? Experiencing nature my freezing behind.
I may be losing the feeling of my arms, because it’s suddenly not so bad. More like the second drill at the dentist — when the numbness hides the pain and you’re kinda happy it’s closer to the end.
There’s a certain feeling of accomplishment when you go all in. A victory of mind over cold liquid matter. I’ve also managed to conceal my high-pitch noises enough to make them sound like coughs. Victory is mine.