Falling to systems

In 2021, I wrote a short post called Notes Nirvana doesn’t exist. I’d been getting plenty of things done but creating almost nothing, and I’d lost sight of why any of it mattered. My closing line was “It’s a journey…” Five years later, the journey continues. Mostly in circles. “The purpose of a system is what it does.” — Stafford Beer The purpose of my system? Busywork disguised as the perpetual pursuit of “better”. I chased the perfect note setup, the ultimate “second brain”. I scoured the interwebs for the best app, the best method, the better way of working. I downloaded, set up, abandoned, downloaded again, and called the search “progress”. Each tool promised to be the last one I’d ever need, until the next one stole my attention. Eventually, the cracks showed. Notes spread across too many apps. One forgotten meeting became three. I couldn’t find the thing about the thing, and a missed deadline brought it all crashing down. The things I actually meant to build—a life, a family,…

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