I've searched for jobs. I've been hired. I've hired people. I've read more resumes and cover letters than I can remember. I've sat through interviews. I've seen people I love go through the job hunt.
Over and over again, I've noticed lots of people make these mistakes:
1. They focus too much on why a job is good for them, and not . . .
and how to make a summer caesar salad
Yesterday our neighbor gave us a big head of romaine lettuce straight from his garden.
The first thought that came to mind was Caesar Salad!
But we had a problem - traditional caesar calls for anchovies and lemons and parmesan - all things we didn't have in our kitchen.
A couple years ago, I would have just shelved the idea, and . . .
The mental benefits of passive investing
In my last post I laid out step-by-step exactly how I manage and invest my money.
Most of my investment portfolio is in passive, diversified index funds. This means I don't choose any specific stocks myself, I simply invest in the world markets as a whole.
By definition, this means that I won't beat the market.
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Jeff Bezos likes to call Amazon a "Day 1 company."
We are all familiar with the feeling of Day 1.
It's that feeling of the incredible first date, starting a new job, the first day of school, the beginning of the playoffs, or launching a new idea or product.
Day 1 is all about movement, momentum, hard . . .
My first job out of school was on a political campaign.
I always recommend campaigns to soon-to-be graduates because you quickly learn a bunch of general skills which are valuable and relevant across sectors. So even if you don't end up in politics, you will acquire skills which you can put to . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .