I’ve been noticing something odd the past few times we’ve used Google and Apple Maps for directions from my wife’s phone.
I’ve grown accustomed to trying to do everything myself. For years, I was a design army of one. I liked the level of control doing everything afforded me.
When I decided to take on this project and produce 100 days of writing I tried to be a realist.
I’ve been thinking on the subject of down time and the importance of resetting. This is most likely because I’m so completely horrible at striking that balance between work and real life.
I don’t put much stock in concepts like fate, destiny, and luck. Never have. I do, however, find extreme coincidences super interesting. These random bits of weirdity happen constantly, and at times, can admittedly seem quite uncanny.
Today is day 13 in my quest to 100 days of blogging. While I’m only a mere 13% of the way into this journey, this has already been an interesting experience.
There need to be more designers who write. When I say “write”, I’m not talking about those same 100 blog topics that every studio and agency re-hash.
I often talk about how important the act of reading is to a designer. I don’t have many platforms or soap boxes that I get on regularly, but the importance of staying current and understanding our place in the stream of time through continued education is one of them.
It’s almost a right of passage—stepping out on your own and carving your niche as a freelancer. The desire to do things your own way can be completely exhilarating.
Children have the benefit of creating without artistic constraint. It’s wonderful gift. Holding on to it when you get older, that’s the trick.