I haven’t written in a while. That is a fact I am all too aware of. When a writer goes dark, the external world assumes the usual suspects: a packed schedule, a loss of "steam," or perhaps the arrival of some profound new knowledge that requires months of quiet percolation. But the truth is often less cinematic and much more human. The short answer is no; I didn’t run out of time, and I didn’t run out of ideas. I just wasn’t ready. The Judgmental Reflection Writing is one of the few activities that forces you to stand directly in front of a mirror. Not the kind of mirror you glance at to check your hair before a listing appointment or a meeting, but a raw, judgmental mirror. When you sit down to put thoughts to paper or fingers to keyboard, you are doing more than sharing information. You are laying yourself bare. You are taking the internal architecture of your mind and inviting the world to walk through it. We do this in the hope of resonance; we want someone to see the w...
We’ve all been there. The late nights, the endless spreadsheets, the "one more thing" before we call it a day. You spend weeks, months, or even years crafting something. You refine the architectural lines, you obsess over the finishings, or you cultivate a product until it’s "perfect." Then you stand back, look at your creation, and the silence hits you. Whom did you build this for? The Onion Dilemma I recently spoke with a friend who poured his heart into growing onions. He grew a magnificent crop, but as he looked at his harvest, he realised the hardest part wasn't the soil or the water; it was the realisation that he now had to go out and find a market. He had the product, but he hadn't identified the person. In real estate, we see this constantly. We see developers break ground on luxury high-rises in a market screaming for affordable middle-class housing. We see homeowners over-capitalise on renovations that suit their specific, niche tastes but alien...