1. One night, I just went and deleted everything.
There’s that moment every designer knows – the hush of an almost-anxious one, once 70% of your layout has been wiped. That was me last night. Sitting in my Tampa apartment, the kind of evening mugginess when even the air seems to buffer. Pixel (my cat – not the Google kind) had parked herself on my tablet, while I stared at...
I was at a little café in Wynwood, right next to this mural that looked like the wall itself was melting. My phone is open- a dozen apps glow back at me. Food delivery, banking, messages I hadn’t replied to in three days- all of them yell in their own polite way: Tap me. Do something. Stay here.
I can’t say why, but I suddenly have this feeling— maybe we’re all...
Before I was even a manager, I had one silly illusion in my head: that leadership was equal to provision of answers, having a plan, and ensuring everyone worked to that plan. Like, that was my mental model: if I knew the code, I could lead the team, right? Spoiler alert: wrong. My name’s Clara Reynolds, and I lead a 15-person tech team in Portland. When I got the promotion to product...
There’s a tipping point at which running a small business seems no longer to be running a small business but rather juggling ghosts. I mean, the numbers look fine, the shelves look full, people walk in, people smile — but something’s missing. There I was, at the counter of Sun & Soil Studio in San Diego, pretending to organize receipts but mostly watching dust move through...
I don’t keep a diary. I’ve tried – more times than I’d like to admit. There are at least half a dozen half-used notebooks in my closet, each abandoned somewhere around page twelve. I’d start with the best intentions: “This time I’ll write something down every night before bed.” But life always crept in. Some nights I’d come home too tired to...
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