So. Here we are.

I’m 26. I work in big tech. I got married in March — my other half found out about a month before it happened, which, honestly, tracks for how I typically operate day-to-day.

We bought a condo together. On paper, things look really good.

And yet.

I can’t fully explain the specific exhaustion of staring at a net worth spreadsheet that should make you feel okay, and just… not feeling okay. The numbers don’t lie. And instead I just lie awake at 2am talking to AI and trying to figure out what the heck is going on with my life.

I’ve spent most of my life optimizing for the right outcomes — right grades, right job, right title, right salary — and somewhere along the way I forgot to check whether any of it actually fit. Spoiler: some of it doesn’t. I’m still figuring out which parts.

Day to day, I’m a background process in my own life. Meetings that could’ve been emails. Emails that could’ve been nothing. A calendar that runs my life better than I do. My body has started sending invoices for all of it — migraines, jaw tension, neck pain, the whole package — and I’m finally starting to read them.

I don’t have a clean ending to this post because I don’t have a clean ending to any of this yet. That’s kind of the point.

This blog is my waypoint. Not a destination, just a place to stop and take stock. I’ll write about money, work, marriage, and whatever else is living rent-free in my head on any given week.

Some of it will be useful. Mostly it’ll just be me, figuring it out in public.

Glad you’re here for it.