If the first video I see when I open YouTube isn’t Iron Maiden - Number of the Beast, I’ll leave it until I get to 999 and expect something by The Police.
She’s asleep again. I’m going to try and get half an hour before another coughing fit.
So I won’t see you in the gym tomorrow, I won’t be eating a prepped meal of perfectly balanced macros, and I won’t be as joyous as you when Sunday hobbying. I’ll just be surviving again.
And as a result; if you’re full of energy the next day and feeling great and you go to the gym and eat good food and you believe that your high quality sleep had a big part to play in that, tell yourself that this section of your life is on fucking point right now.
If you are one of those people that sleeps well, because that’s your life right now, please for the love of all parents of young children out there, acknowledge that sleep and thrive on it, soak it up, genuinely look it in the eye and enjoy it every time you go to bed. Feel it.
It’s OK to stand at the fridge shouting and swearing in anger at your butter and margarine tub designs for being too similar when you’re parentally sleep deprived.
In fact, every irrational emotional reaction towards inanimate objects is OK when you haven’t slept for 8 months.
Thankful to be starting a full time Head of User Centred Design position at Farsight Consulting from Oct. After a year of providing associate services to lead the growth from 5 to 40 people in UCD, it’s time to lock in and build a front runner in the world of Design & Research 🚀
I rarely look at Twitter (not X, Twitter, I’m nod budging) but now when I do, it seems less and less content is relevant. Have people mostly chosen another platform by now? Or is the Musk narrative algorithm ironically losing my attention for me?
Instead of loads of learning about what good service design is, watch this short clip and learn immediately about what bad service design is. Avoid this outcome, and you’re 80% there 😆
@CuriousScutter Ha. At least it’s comforting to know we’re not alone. I have a plan, though. Instead of a midlife crisis that includes a sports car or Lycra and a push bike, I’ll be buying the most expensive bed and mattress I can find, and laying in, every day, until lunch time. For 10 years.