loving the slog - by Nix 🕊 - starting from nix

Marylebone village is charming with its bookstores and long oak galleries, delicatessens, leather slippers, chiffon blouses. In the mornings I run in Hyde Park by the swans. I work from 3pm-2am with time difference and I sleep deeply. I’ve been working hard, and by working I mean, in totality, keeping my life precariously perched on top of professional and personal obligations. It’s weird having a job in venture and writing daily about… multimodal AI applications and non-clinical healthcare workflows, and then turning around and writing on here about my deepest feelings and relationships. Over coffee this morning I told A that the distance between the two personas is driving me a little mad. There’s Nix. There’s Nicole. The answer being, of course, that I need to bring the two worlds closer together. Anyways, the slog feels good up to a certain point. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m the type of person that enjoys some form of intensity — without it I’d feel too bored. I’m alw

Marylebone village is charming with its bookstores and long oak galleries, delicatessens, leather slippers, chiffon blouses. In the mornings I run in Hyde Park by the swans. I work from 3pm-2am with time difference and I sleep deeply. I’ve been working hard, and by working I mean, in totality, keeping my life precariously perched on top of professional and personal obligations. It’s weird having a job in venture and writing daily about… multimodal AI applications and non-clinical healthcare workflows, and then turning around and writing on here about my deepest feelings and relationships. Over