I write each week out of fear. This is the perfect day to read; it’s raining, I have hot tea and a stack of books
For six years, I traveled weekly. One night, driving home from the airport, I repeatedly pressed a button trying to make a stop light change
This week, I got nothing. Nothing is ready for posting. Sure, I have three partial posts with great themes, a day of hooky, discussion versus decision and the feeling of joy when you find out, it’s not just you. So what? Nothing is ready for this week’s post. The last couple of weeks at work, I’ve maniacally researched, questioned and shown a new program is not ready for release. The implementation team discounted my findings.
“This development is agile and this release is a minimum viable product, like a cake with no icing. The icing comes later”
“But your cake is not baked; you have nothing to serve.”
I got nothing for my blog post this week. I drafted three different topics and nothing is fully thought out. With that, I realized, there
Why are people confused at a 4 way stop? You yield to any vehicle that reaches the intersection before you do. How are people learning to drive?
My stomach is knotted, my teeth are clinched, my eyes are squinted and I am in deep concentration. A loud sound breaks the silence and