I woke up to that small, stupid kind of mistake that already tells you what sort of day it’s going to be. I’d put an alarm for my tea, like I always do, and then I forgot to stop it. Just this sharp little noise in the background, and suddenly I was thinking, no, I’m…
On a bright afternoon after a spontaneous bike trip along the French coast, Maxime joined his meeting with his usual calm energy. The sun had finally appeared after days of grey weather, and he seemed refreshed from a quick ride to Saint-Malo. The conversation quickly moved from travel to something deeper: what it means to…
There’s a moment in many conversations when something invisible changes. No one names it.No one writes it in the meeting notes.But everyone feels it. Energy. Not the electricity that powers laptops or coffee machines — although those help — but the quieter current that travels through tone, posture, pauses, and the way someone looks at…
March began with a strange kind of fatigue. Outside, Europe was doing what it always does at the first hint of warmth: the light turned gentler, the air stopped biting, and people started acting like they could finally breathe again. But the body doesn’t always follow the calendar. The Mayor—half amused, half resigned—named it the…
On Saturday night in Pilsen, I stood in the middle of a club with my teammates, the music loud, the lights moving, everyone laughing — and I felt nothing. Not nothing emotionally. I was happy to be there. But my body was empty. My energy level was so low that even lifting my arms felt…
The breakthrough came midweek. The website worked. Pages loaded.The structure held. For a brief moment, it felt like arrival. It wasn’t. Beneath the surface sat an eight-page calendar architecture — elegant, layered, beautifully user-friendly — and almost impossible to keep stable. It functioned. It just refused to remain predictable. Every update rippled across dependencies.Caching began…
Not Time. Not Discipline. Energy. You don’t lack ambition.You don’t lack intelligence.You don’t lack ideas. Most of the time, you simply lack energy. And that changes everything. This month, we are not talking about productivity hacks or motivation tricks.We are talking about the invisible currency of your life. As one of our core texts puts…
The silence in the house wasn’t the peaceful kind—at least, not at first. It was the heavy, expectant silence of a family waiting for a little green light to flicker back to life on a plastic box. Last Sunday, I made a conscious choice to leave the laptop closed. I had things to do for…
On Wednesday, the internet cable was cut. Literally cut. Janita was reporting from mobile data like a war correspondent, while somewhere else a washing machine was being defended like national territory, and in Scotland a man was checking whether his tail was still attached. It was that kind of week. Mr Mayor began by asking…
Or: Wi-Fi, Excavators, Egg-Topped Burgers, and the Art of Not Losing Your Mind “Are we live, Fruitloop?”“We are live.” And like all responsible spiritual leaders, The Mayor immediately escalates. “Raise your hands. Middle finger and thumb together. Close your eyes. No cheating. Repeat after me. Episode 36. I will give the mayor grief.” Thus begins…
