You are you.
The way you are anywhere is the way you are everywhere.
The way you are at work is the way you are at home.
The way you treat your waiter is the way you treat your spouse.
The way you react to a bad call on the court is the way you react to your kid when you feel frustrated.
How we do . . .
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 . . .
One of my favorite economists/philosophers, Tyler Cowen, has a great interview on the Ezra Klein Show, which I highly recommend.
At multiple points in the interview, they discuss status quo bias.
Status quo bias is exactly what it sounds like - an emotional bias in favor of the way things are.
The thing about status quo bias . . .
Approaching Life with a Beginner's Mind
Have you ever heard someone say one of the following phrases? Have you ever said them?
"That's the way we do things around here."
"That's the industry standard."
"We can't do it that way."
"That's just the best way to do it."
Almost all of us hear these phrases or ones like them. Not infrequently, but daily.. . .
When it comes to investing your money, one of the first principles to understand is compound growth.
We often hear things like:
"The biggest money mistake I ever made was not starting to invest earlier."
"Start investing even a tiny amount early, and you can be a millionaire by the time you retire."
and. . .
how to be sustainably productive
This is Part 5 of 7 in my productivity week series.
There is no separation between mind and body.
It's all one connected organism.
It took me a long time to realize that.
I wish I had realized it sooner.
and the power of prioritization
The Power of The Personal Review
On a sunny morning in April 2015 I woke up early, took a shower, and grabbed my backpack like I do everyday to go to work.
But on that Saturday, I wasn't going to work.
I was heading across town to Portland's St. John's neighborhood - a neck of the woods I don't visit very . . .