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Almost two weeks ago, TWG asked employees to not come into the office unless necessary. It’s been a difficult adjustment — much harder than I was expecting — but it’s slowly becoming routine. We’ve supported remote work for years, so the infrastructure (and culture) were already in place. I feel blessed to work at a company, in an industry, friendly to working from home. A lot of companies are struggling to make the transition. Some can’t at all.
Every article you read about blogging — or, ugh, content marketing — says the same thing: it’s important to consistently produce content. A new article every week. Fresh podcast episodes every few days. A new album every year or two.
I recently got an email from a Monday Mailer subscriber, complimenting me on an article I’d written.
It’s almost midnight on a Saturday night and I’m sitting in front of my laptop, writing this article. I’ve always loved writing, whether it was cringe-worthy journal entries as a kid or my short-lived career as a journalist.
I fucked up pretty badly a few weeks back.
One Friday afternoon, early in my career, I was wrapping up some new features for the back-end of a client’s Rails app. Simple stuff. Confident in my work, I deployed the changes, closed my laptop, and drove out of town for a weekend of camping with friends. I had just arrived when my phone rang. It was my project lead, Kevin.