Most of the times, I choose the title of my text first, then write accordingly. But occasionaly, I do the opposite: write whatever comes to mind, then later choose a title that fits the content.

The paradox of the Immovable Object meeting the Irresistible Force. No object can resist an irresistible force. No force can move an immovable object. So if an immovable object meets an irresistible force it will move and not move.

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Last year I wrote a blog post talking about how I felt better after starting taking some pills that were prescribed by a psychiatrist. I described how I felt like the anxious, and how the daily annoyances were not affecting me as strongly as before.

A few days ago I decided to finally get back to writing on this blog after almost one year of silence. Once my text was completed I published it and proceeded to share it on Twitter, then noticed that there was no thumbnail image on the shared link.

A couple years ago, Shyrwyn decided to write haikus. She would write and publish one haiku a day.

It’s been years that I’ve been noticing that my emotions were not matching my thoughts. Anxiety, specifically, was killing me. I was anxious all the time, even when I had nothing to worry about, and I was experiencing an unbeliable intolerance to interruptions that was depleting my energy every single day.

This is a work in progress post that I’m writing for myself when I need it in the future.

Back in 2010 I was working as a level 2 infrastructure analyst at a tech company in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. As part of my responsibilities, I had to interact constantly with different software developers, so it was common for me to have lunch with them.

I’ve learned the difference between easy and exhausting when I became a father.

But there’s nothing I need.