Every year around this time, I slow down.
Not to escape the work, but to return to it.
To sit with the things that didn’t get made.
The sketches left in notebooks.
The ideas that whispered quietly beneath the noise.
The moments that deserved more reverence than efficiency allowed.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how design isn’t just what we make, it’s how …
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