I began as a designer. I know the obsessive joy of nudging pixels until they line up, rewriting copy until it breathes, shipping flows that most people never notice but quietly depend on. Years later, I moved into recruitment—a path that didn’t exist when I started. Suddenly I was on the other side of the table, helping leaders decide whose work even deserved a conversation. Today, after a decade in this seat, I’ve built an unusual record: one out of every three designers I put forward gets hired. That success didn’t come from shortcuts or a …
Grief Gets a Chair, Not the Keys
The kettle had just begun to sing when my phone flashed “typing” and then went quiet. The steam fogged my glasses. Metal hissed. Tea leaves opened in the strainer and the room filled with that sharp, green smell. Nothing catastrophic happened, yet the floor shifted. In the space of one breath, a small present silence pulled a rope that raised a whole stage set from the past: a dusty platform, a bright corridor with antiseptic air, a table where a dial tone drilled through the afternoon. Grief Doesn’t Archive Grief doesn’t archive. …
🏃♂️ The Race I Never Signed Up For
When someone else’s success makes your coffee go cold One Tuesday morning, I opened LinkedIn against my better judgment. There it was: a friend’s promotion. New title. Bigger salary. Dozens of applause emojis raining down in the comments. My coffee sat untouched. Same graduation year. Same starting point. But he was already there. I was still here. And the word echoing in my head wasn’t congratulations.It was should. I should already be there. That one word is toxic. It turns ambition into shame. Where Should Comes …
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When Plans Became My Excuse
The denim dug into my waist before I even tried to hold my breath.I yanked, pulled, tried to force the button shut, and gave up when the fabric fought back. The mirror didn’t soften the blow. On the wall, the calendar showed five neat little boxes of planned workouts. Every single one left blank. On paper, I looked disciplined. In reality, nothing had moved. The Loop I Know Too Well That’s been the cycle. I sketch out plans with the energy of a fresh start, feel the buzz of knowing exactly what I’ll do next, and then watch it …
The Rare Currency
Most people listen like they’re waiting in line,Nodding on cue, missing the spine.Noise dressed as talk, polished but hollow,Egos so loud they drown what they swallow. But then—once in a while—a voice lands clean,Cuts through the fluff, sharp, unseen.Not performance, not polish, no need to impress,Just presence that lingers, saying far more with less. Protect that gold, it doesn’t come cheap,One true exchange outvalues a heap.Talk is for many, connection for few—Spend it like treasure, on those who see you. …
The Taste of Real Words
The mug was warm, but the coffee was cold,we traded safe stories already old.Weather and traffic, the headlines, the queue—a thousand words spoken, but nothing felt true. Two nights before, on your rain-slicked porch,tea steam rising like a slow-lit torch,you leaned back easy, rain damp in your hair,and said, “I don’t like who I am at work, I swear.” The night went still—like it held its breath,your words cut clean, like a truth or a death.No filters, no frosting, no lines to rehearse—just honesty raw, both blessing and curse. We spoke …