The last mile is always the hardest.
I’m soaked from the rain. My tires spit with every spin, speckling my face with mud.
I turn right on 43rd, and start pedalling up the hill.
And it gets steeper. Steeper than I like. Cranks groan with every push, and so do my knees. I’m tired.
In 1999, you could get Kozmo to deliver a Krispe Kreme donut to your door in under an hour. For free.
Like many things, podcasting’s popularity seems to be cyclical. Currently it’s on a particularly big wave. I get lots of questions about how to create a podcast (and submit it to iTunes). Here’s a quick primer.
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 35.
BTW: does this make me older than you?
We measure our time on earth in birth years, which feels more significant to me than New Years. Each year that passes reminds me: I don’t have infinite years on this planet. My development to this point is what I’ve been able to accomplish in 35 years. How can improve myself in my 36th year?
Secretly, we’re all scared of being rejected. Whether it’s unrequited love, an unappreciated gift, or making something that people don’t want.