My Midlife Crisis Was Just a Rehearsal — Retirement Is the Ultimate Test
I planned for retirement in every way except emotionally

My midlife crisis arrived without much drama. No sports car, no drastic career shift. Just a slow-burning restlessness that turned everything into a question. Was I fulfilled? Did my life align with what I valued? Would I regret the choices I hadn’t made? My friends were asking the same things. We met for coffee, traded …

Retiring Early Isn’t the Hard Part. Figuring Out Who I Am Now Is.
Excavating myself from the rubble of corporate achievement

In 15 days, my office will collect my badge, disable my login credentials, and distribute the obligatory retirement cake. After 27 years climbing the technical ladder to become a Technical Architect Director, I’m walking away at 52 — decades before the traditional retirement age. My calendar, once packed with system deployments and architecture reviews, will …

You Don’t Know Me, But I’ve Helped Ruin Your Relationship
My side hustle is helping people leave the people they love

Janelle was in free fall. Her long-term boyfriend left without warning, and she unraveled fast — panicked texts, endless loops of what-ifs, forgotten meals. I brought over tea and a notepad. We made a plan. It was less about feelings and more about function. Who to avoid. What to say. Where to put the grief …

My Mentor’s Career Advice Made Me Part of the Problem
I thought she was protecting me. Instead, I became what I feared.

Diane had a way of making even a casual coffee meeting feel like a battlefield strategy session. The espresso machine hissed behind us as she dissected my latest career mistake. I’d shown empathy to a struggling team member, offered flexibility when she was going through a divorce. “Never expose yourself like that,” Diane said, stirring …

They Call It Financial Suicide. I Call It Early Retirement.
My rebellion against the number that’s supposed to keep me safe

In 17 days, I’ll turn in my badge, log out of the company network, and walk away from a long career with unfinished spreadsheets and an unfinished mortgage. People keep asking if I’ve lost my mind. I smile. They mean well. The numbers don’t impress the financial professionals. I haven’t hit their magical thresholds. I …

My Childhood Trauma Gets Me Great Performance Reviews
They call it leadership, I call it survival

My technical architecture diagrams mirror my childhood drawings — everything in its box, every connection mapped, no surprises allowed. In design reviews, I track micro-expressions like I once tracked my father’s moods. The senior developer’s slight hesitation becomes a red flag. The product manager’s tightened jaw signals incoming conflict. My colleagues praise my foresight. My …