We Live Here Now (An Update)

Routines, reinvention, and the strange comfort of becoming a data point

I tried publishing every day this month. Not for growth. Not for strategy. Just to see what would shake loose.

The results have been…mixed.

It’s a lot.

bref. (former TL;DR):
A 20-minute update on Just What The Hell I Think I Am Doing , what’s next. Why I wanna change names, what “data points” means for me, and how routines (the small, boring ones) become the baseline for building a new life.

The long middle of relocation—the part that’s a little harder to find on the Internet. Not the jump, the landing, after the landing. The repetition. The slow process of figuring out where you are and who you are in it.

Also: more video coming. Less daily flooding of your inbox.

JIC you like to read instead of watching video.

Or both!

“Can I publish something every day?”

A bit of a test for myself with missed results.

Just a question and a bit of a push. Clear out the backlog. Get odd pieces out of my head.

See what happens if I stop overthinking it and just… show up every day for a month.

To be plain, a lot of these needed editing.

It’s been a little uneven, but hey. This isn’t a polished rollout. It’s me testing something in public.

a data point.

“Consider my experience as a data point.”

This is kind of how I started, not trying to tell anyone what to do or how to do it. There’s a lot of advice out there about how to move, mine is more about what happens when you get there. How do you live once you’ve arrived?

And a lot of the weird stuff that you see. Or at least weird stuff that I see.

Take what’s useful, ignore the rest. But at least it’s data.

Sometimes.

“Because we live here now.”

Somewhere along the way, this is no longer temporary. Or at least, it’s not really something we could step out of whenever we wanted. We have people we know and like here. We are getting connected again.

That took time.

And that’s where routines come in. The small, repetitive things—the coffee, the writing, the places, the patterns, the people, the new promises kept and the life starts to build.

It’s a bit rambling, but closer to how I actually think through things.

I think it’s good to show people how you work through a problem.

And if nothing else, it gives you a sense of how I work ideas out in real time—where they start, how they drift, and how some of them settle into an understanding.

“You really can’t see either until you see both.”

That’s the part that keeps coming back for me.

You move somewhere new and at first it’s all surface—language, paperwork, where to stand, how to order, all that—even the sense of being overwhelmed can settled into a sense of being a fish out of water.

Neither is easy, but it’s okay to be in the middle. Or it starts to be.

**Fluff**—the “International foods” section of French supermarkets is amazing.

And then slowly, you put pieces together, make comparisons: make connections. things start to line up side by side. Not always comparisons, more like… overlays that can be tethers.

And stuff that felt normal before doesn’t feel neutral anymore. Here or there. Both get a little strange. Then both can get normal again.

“If you’re looking to move… you’re going to blow up all of your routines.”

Not just the big decisions—the small ones. The automatic ones. What you do without thinking, people you see without planning, assumptions that you make, the way your day.

You lose that.

And then you rebuild it.

On purpose this time.

Thoughts? I’d love to hear them. Anything, any time.