Sandra Fabiani … Warmth is a fire place in winter. Warmth is the love of your family and friends. Warmth is compassion end empathy. Warmth is a smile and kindness from strangers. Warmth is a hug when we are feeling bad. Warmth is kind words when you are doubting yourself. Monica Lewinsky … Soul connecting hugs … Ben Stiller … Fireplaces, hearths, wood. Everything I didn’t experience growing up […] Also puppies and Xmas music ...
My brain is too scattered, so here are a few scattered thoughts on writing and why I write. On the why? Writing, to me, is cathartic exercise. It acts like a pressure release valve. It makes me calmer. The very act of writing clarifies my thoughts, and helps sharpen my mind. It gives me distance from my thoughts, makes me more objective. It helps me learn better. As I was learning Maths last year, the teacher constantly reminded me that learning, true learing and understanding, comes from written practice. Knowledge, he’d say flows upwards, through the pen to your fingers, through your brain and into your mind. ...
Riffing off a quote in last week’s newsletter, Make any behaviour you want to encourage easier to do, and any behaviour you want to discourage harder to do. How to Be Unhappy: stay inside all day move as little as possible spend more than you earn take yourself (and life) too seriously look for reasons why things won’t work always consume, never contribute resent the lucky and successful never say hello first be unreliable Invert for happiness: get outside each day move: walk, exercise, dance spend less than you earn view life as play be the one who looks for solutions develop a bias to contribute and create learn from the lucky and successful be the first to say hello be reliable I stole this from James Clear’s 3–2–1 newsletter. You should subscribe. They are short, pithy and awesome! ...
Changing the feed for the planet, so i don’t flood it with my daily python updates. If you want to keep up with programming specific stuff, the feed is here. And if you want to read all the madness, this is the site feed.
As I battle my physical demons, the newsletter will probably be on this slightly off cadence as I struggle mightily throughout the week, thinking about what to write, failing and then at the last minute panicking and sharing a short snippet of something I love and enjoy. I hope you do too :) ...
I have to learn to make time for reading and writing, which has slowed to a crawl ever since I am slowly getting back to life. Hence these untimely letters. This week, I present a little story I read when I was, oh, about ten years old. Thirty years later, it still guides my actions and affirms my faith. It has always given me a strange kind of freedom, when it comes to my how I go about life, encouraging me to do my best, and not to worry even if I stumble. It planted the very powerful seed, that God if (s)he exists, is more loving than just. I just ought to be a good human. ...