A brief history of how social media inhibited my life and career and how the rush to reconnect ended in the ultimate delete.
I’m not religious, by any stretch of the imagination, but Sundays are a sacred day of the week — the day when I tune out from the world and spend two glorious hours watching Formula 1, followed by even more time diving deep into stats, strategy, and speculation regarding any aspect of the world’s most elite racing. If I’ve ever ghosted you on a Sunday, this is the reason why.
The morning of every Grand Prix starts out as a struggle, though, as I brace myself to avoid Instagram, Twitter, and Reddit for fear of spoilers. The problem with being…
Well, I had a concussion. This is an archived letter from The Card Catalog, but it’s still relevant in August.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
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Well, if I’m being honest, I’ve been of zero minds this past week. Concussions will do that to you. And my head hit the pavement so hard that I was fairly certain that the snow on the driveway would be red when I got up. Thankfully, it wasn’t. …
Hilary Coles
Designer turned developer based in New England. Obsessed with the natural world, talking with strangers, and motorsports.
