#life

A book promised keto would end my migraines. It didn't. It raised my cholesterol instead. Then I switched to beans, nuts, olive oil and vegetables. Here is every blood number since 2019, in one chart.

Buy a balance bike, not training wheels. Then a tricycle for the pedals, then a real bike in an empty parking lot — and the garage trick that gets a child onto a unicycle.

I have never once wanted to go jogging. I go many mornings anyway — by never arguing about the whole run, only about the next small step.

Compounding needs two things — a seed, and time. I wrote about the seed already. This is about the time. And the only way to buy more time is to stay alive and stay well, no matter what.

The money tree needs time. It also needs a seed big enough to be worth the wait. Here are the four jobs that grow the seed — and the four things each one really sells.

I charted two kids from age 11 to 100. One plants a $3,000 seed and never touches it. The other keeps watering it, then lives off the fruit. Both end up rich. The chart is the whole lesson.

I dreamed of waking without an alarm. I can't, not yet. So I built one rule to stop the snooze button from stealing my week — and moved every choice to after I'm awake.

A small, honest list of things I own, use, and would buy again — with a real review on each, and one column most lists hide: does the brand actually matter?

FIRE tells you when you can stop selling your hours. But you only know when to stop if you know what you'd do instead. So I wrote down one ideal day, hour by hour.

Health, house, car, travel — and the one rule under all of them: insure the loss that would wipe you out, pay for the rest yourself.

What a string of cars taught me about tools, liabilities, and being honest with myself.

After living in a few homes across different life stages, why I'd rather hold stocks till I die.

Notes from another visit to Manhattan and a first real look at DC — on walkability, density, anonymity, and a storm that wouldn't let us leave.

You've graduated and escaped the 'prison.' Now the world is yours, alone. A father's letter on failure, freedom, and reinventing yourself.

What I'd tell my younger self — about money, health, people, and peace of mind.