Now - September 2025

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Our new Tree of Life, coming from Catalunya, is finding its place on the wall
Our new Tree of Life, coming from Catalunya, is finding its place on the wall

September is the unofficial January: after the summer it feels a bit like a new beginning, as life settles in routines and a new school year demonstrates that the wheel keeps turning. I make no exception.

I’m hiring at work, and building an actual team (a team is when there’s more than two people, IMHO). I travel regularly to Luxembourg. I think we’re building a good foundation that can expand and provide great value to both the company and its users, so that’s exciting.

Outside of work, I’m in a reset phase. I’m rebuilding this website, planning new adventures, and setting fresh challenges for myself: training toward a spring half marathon, competitive shooting and starting learning Arabic.

I am working hard to clear out the clutter that weighs me down. Some of this is deliberate, but some of it is reaction to loss: close friends dropping me months ago left an aching space that isn’t yet filled.

And that’s the theme right now: making space. Space in my home, in my routines, and in my relationships. It feels like airing up the room, but without knowing what’s going to change, or if anything good could ever come back.


Goals

Here’s where I’m aiming at:

  • Creation: I’m writing posts and essays consistently from September on this site.
  • Learning: I’m reading On Writing Well by William Zinsser and putting at least one idea from it in those essays.
  • Environment: I’m clearing out the home office completely by the end of the month.
  • Fitness: I’m running consistently this month.
  • People: I’m planning one family adventure we can do all together.

On my mind

Reset by Dan Heath

Reset

by Dan Heath

Finished Read
Sonder - n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.”
John KoenigThe Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows