It's finally summer out here in the prairies. The lilac bushes outside my townhouse are blooming with deep purples. A rich, powdery aroma comes from the plant. The softness of roses and jasmine with warm, nutty hints of almond, along with a crisp, slightly green freshness. Lilacs carry the meaning of being the harbinger of renewal. It's been fifteen months or so since I graduated university and my life has been going by so quickly. It's hard to grasp that an entire year has now passed me by. When I graduated, I could have tried to find a comfortable, well-paying job. I could have used my software development skills and English degree to work for a myriad of genAI companies who desperately need humans to fix their still-broken slop. I decided to take a chance. I decided to go all-in on writing instead. And it's been around seven months since I began writing publicly near daily trying to make a career out of it. (I had been writing privately daily since the start of 2025, but this has…
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