Tristan: I’m super glad I’m here.
Me: Why
Tristan: My life purpose wasn’t to have 10 kids or get rich or even be famous, I never cared about any of that.
I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.
So I’m glad I’m in here with you.
Spent a long time trying to need nobody.
Turns out the actual flex was letting people show up while I rebuilt.
Self-sufficiency is overrated as a personality trait.
Started my first official week on the rails.
Three shifts in, two more this weekend.
Casual gig work in trades and transport is quietly absorbing a lot of people priced out of the old career ladder.
Nobody's writing the headline about that one yet.
There's a difference between thinking about your bills and worrying about your bills.
Only realized this week I've had those two on repeat as the same thing.
McGregor's purse works out to about $435K a second.
Skill didn't set that price.
Everything he built around his name over a decade did, long before he threw a strike.
Everyone talks about the plan.
Nobody talks about the point where the plan stops mattering and you're just trusting something you can't see yet.
That's most of this year for me.
Median rent in Australia is $705 a week now.
Wages didn't move anywhere near that fast this year.
That gap is the actual reason building something online stopped being optional for a lot of us.
Everyone wants the version of themselves that shows up consistently.
Nobody wants the six boring months before consistency starts feeling like identity instead of effort.
I say thank you before I open my phone every morning.
Not because I feel like it every day.
Because the days I skip it, I notice the difference by 10am.
Ran 2 x 4km this morning.
4 hours sleep.
Sub 10 degrees by the beach.
Couldn’t feel my face.
Hated all of it until the second we finished, then it was the most at peace I’ve felt all week.
Born in 92.
Old enough to remember life before phones ran everything, young enough that I adapted to it instantly anyway.
Worst and best generation overlap to be stuck in.
Everyone wants the version of themselves that has it together.
Nobody wants the four boring months of repetition required to actually become him.
So they keep restarting instead.
The right time never comes.
The certainty never arrives.
The only thing that separates people who change their life from people who keep waiting is that one of them stopped waiting.
I know someone who built a company after leaving a career they had spent 11 years building.
They did not leave when it made sense.
They left when they finally stopped pretending it was going to change.