A Post-Election Reflection On Moving Forward
I almost didn’t post this.
Since the election, I’ve found myself writing down some reflections, in an attempt to clear my mind and gain perspective.
Mostly it has been a personal exercise, but I thought perhaps I could stitch together my disparate thoughts into something worth sharing.
But by the time I . . .
A quick example of sunk costs:
Keeley and I just stopped at coffee shop, and she bought a coffee to go. Three minutes after we left, she had taken just two sips, and dumped it out.
"I realize I don't want this anymore."
She recognized that the $2.50 she paid for the coffee was a sunk cost.
She paid . . .
You don't love yourself enough or you'd love your nature too and what it demands of you.
- Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 5.1
Our nature demands that we get out of bed in the morning.
Our nature demands that we exert our bodies.
Our nature demands that we tackle hard challenges.
Our nature demands . . .
Every runner knows the feeling of finding her second wind.
It's a magic sort of strength that allows her to run better, with less effort, than before.
But the second wind doesn't appear of its own accord. The runner must earn it.
For before the runner earns her second wind, every part of her is . . .
How to think about maximizing impact when donating politically
It's election season, which means there's a good chance you've been asked for money. Or maybe you've been invited to a fundraiser or a phone bank.
Perhaps you've even given money to a candidate or a cause while attending a fundraiser, or after receiving an email with an irresistible pitch.
During this season, I think . . .
Those who rush about to save time are bound to waste the time they save.
Think of the man in traffic, sprinting ahead, causing himself angst, and others stress, only to save a minute here or a minute there. He is so unfocused. He is not at peace. He is not present.
While saving time may be desirable on its . . .
and the exploration of unmapped territory
Isaac was daydreaming beneath the apple tree when one of the ripe, plump red apples dislodged itself from its branch and fell, smacking him right on the head.
As if struck by divine . . .