I've really heated up this past week, despite the lack of reflections on Sunday. Forgive me @tarazkp, I really do enjoy the space you make for people to share their philosophical musings.

For those that aren't familiar, I recommend you share your thoughts there. @Proveritas, you come to mind as someone with good reflections.

The topics I wrote on this past week include:

• what makes a growth leader? I want to become a growth leader in this memecoin project.
• what kind of independent worker are you? I'm financially strapped. I blog, photograph, and 'work in web3' to change that.
• what is the value of a network? I ask in the context of growing a memecoin through a web3 social media platform and decentralized data market.
• creativity in my style of photography: I let my preconceptions block my openness to insights and ideas. I like thinking I am right.
• knowledge as the key to creativity: Reading has always been my way to relax, regenerate, and rest.

Overall, the posts revolve around personal development, creativity, leveraging networks, and utilizing knowledge for growth and innovation.

Which brings me to today's foray.

Joy at Work

by Marie Kondo

^{I bought another book! Not pictured, sadly.}

I could use some joy at work, and frankly, I am not going to get it waiting to be named Brand Ambassador of the Month, or pandering for votes to go across in Discord. My joy comes from my creativity, and as Marie suggests, the creativity can flourish especially well in cleanliness.

I wrote back in December, that I have much to parse through in the way of reading material: old magazines, newspapers, unfinished novels, writing manuals and trading textbooks.

I still do, but the clutter around me makes still feel as though I don't have a starting point and as a result, that I never finish anything of greater value. While that isn't the case, as I write, read and draft regularly, the reminders I set to generate Twitter content are getting neglected.

My physical activity declines, while my midsection expands. I want to draw the line in the sand like a territorial toddler.

Literature as a lead

It is not the first time I've written about my desire to improve my life all the way around. I know you get tired of reading how imperfect I am, but I seldom exhaust all the meaningful ways I could change. Someone at work today said something provocative along those lines.

"The beautiful thing about the world is how imperfect it is."

We can still get better. So, following this post, I will unwind, find Kondo, and go to town once again on my disheveled workplace. Even if I can only find my GameBoy faster in this mess, I think the investment of that time will pay handsomely.*

* ^{Not as handsomely as the upward price action on my speculative bets.}