Perfectionism

My timer goes off. A sharp beep yanks me out of the fog, drops me at a fork in the road: keep diving deeper, or surface now and breathe.

Decisions aren’t clean. They’re messy. A conversation between your head, heart, gut, and hands. They collide, they argue. And when the moment comes, it’s always the same: a leap of faith.

I used to hide behind polish. Now I share duct-tape prototypes and half-formed ideas. Not because they’re ready—but because trying is how you see.

Running into the wind feels unfair. But maybe that’s the point — you don’t wait for perfect weather, you learn to move forward even when it pushes back.

Day one. Start run. Start recording. Out of breath. Out of shape. Out of excuses. What have I gotten myself into…

I don’t just use my voice to capture thoughts — I use it to find them. Speaking is often how I work through the mess to figure out what I really want to say.

Relearning isn’t failure. It’s the mark of someone still curious enough — and humble enough — to get better.

A mountain of work. No shortcut. Just the slow, steady rhythm of sorting, shaping, moving forward — one thing at a time.

There’s no waiting for the fog to fade. The act of moving is what carves the road. The risk, the stumble, the forward step — that’s what makes the way visible.

Great work doesn’t start with a perfect file. It starts with knowing what you’re trying to bring to life — and protecting that spirit, no matter how messy it gets.

The hardest part isn’t always the number of decisions. It’s the pressure — the weight of trying to make the right one.

“It depends” is always true. It’s the easy answer. But for the hard questions — it’s rarely the right one.

You don’t need to add hours to get better. You just need to notice the reps you already do. Same work. Sharper reps.

Tech debt isn’t something to resent—it’s a receipt. A sign that something got made. That progress happened. Now it’s your turn to move it forward.

Tone is your fingerprint. Your feel. But it’s not a prerequisite. It’s the product of effort. Start before you “find your sound.” Then find it.