I Went Through Every Subscription I Pay For
A few weeks ago, I went through every subscription I pay for. There were 41 of them, about $8,000 Canadian a year.
Read on: I Went Through Every Subscription I Pay ForFrom My Desk
Letters from my desk: what’s happening in my life, and what I’m figuring out about a work-optional second chapter as I go.
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Good at It Isn’t the Same as Fed by It
Rick and I spent the last week of September and the first part of October on the West Coast, visiting family and friends. I barely touched my computer the whole time.
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Your business is successful but you're unhappy. Here's how I knew mine was the wrong one, and four checks to run on yours before you decide.
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AI can draft, sort and count. The idea and the final yes stay mine.
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You can't see what enough looks like from inside a full calendar. It shows up in the white space.
Read on: Two Weeks at Mom’s, and What Enough Looks LikeRick Said He Doesn’t Know What I Do Anymore
Rick said he doesn't know what I do anymore. From the outside it looks like nothing is happening.
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When the drive costs you the better part of a day at each end, a trip has to earn itself. You don't go down just for a haircut.
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Nine days is long enough to stop tidying. By about day three the good version of the house had given up and the real one took over.
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How much of building a business is just deciding what gets to take up space. A few things I let take up mine.
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A Billy Joel song, a parking lot, and the line I couldn't unhear.
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Packing alone, moving day, and a room with no screens, where the ideas get to arrive before they have to become useful.
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What would this look like if it were simpler? Not easier.
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