Prompt: Write about something that shaped how you work.
Okay, the prompt for today, June 19, 2026, is: Write about something that shaped how you work.
The only thing that really comes to mind is when we were younger. My dad had a little workspace in the basement, and it was cordoned off by a brown blanket-curtain type thing. I don’t even think it was an actual curtain. It was just some brown cloth hanging there.
I remember that brown cloth.
My sister and I weren’t allowed in that space. That was his place to do whatever he was doing. He used to fix TVs, radios, and all sorts of small electronics.
The reason I bring that up is because it’s become very important for me to have that kind of space in my own life.
My workshop is essentially that same brown, cordoned-off space.
Having it has been crucial for me. Very valuable.
I think it even comes down to something as simple as having a desk at home—a place where I go to do my work and where the space is largely my own. Most people aren’t invited in. In fact, very few people are invited in, and that’s by design.
I think that’s a large part of how that experience shaped the way I work.
I also think that, through experience, I’ve realized that constantly working alongside other people can be frustrating for me. I prefer working on my own.
To me, good collaboration looks like having an idea, sitting down together, figuring out who’s doing what, then going off individually to do those things and coming back with your piece.
What I don’t enjoy is when multiple people are trying to work on the same task, at the same time, in the same space.
That drives me nuts.
I find that the task often doesn’t get done—or at least not as quickly or as cleanly as it would if everyone had simply gone off to do their part.
It’s not that I don’t value other people’s ideas. I do. I think people come up with clever things all the time.
I just need a clean, clear space.
And I don’t necessarily mean tidy.
I mean a space with minimal distractions, or at least distractions that I’ve chosen and arranged myself.
I like having the tools I value readily available and organized in a way that makes sense to me.
That’s what my desk is.
That’s what my workshop is.
And maybe, in some strange way, it all comes back to a brown piece of cloth hanging from the ceiling in the basement of our childhood home.
Right on.
This transcript was lightly cleaned up with the help of AI to improve readability while preserving the original voice and intent of the recording.
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