revisiting life (and death)


Over the weekend I did my annual graveyard walk, this time stopping by to visit my friend who recently passed, instead of walking it with him. A sad time, certainly, but not without its bittersweet moments. In fact, I noticed that there's an open slot in the bookshelf above his book of ashes in the mausoleum library. I've never made any plans for my body after I die, so maybe I'll buy that slot and have it all taken care of so my kids don't have to. I'll think about it.

I feel like I'm moving into my lifestyle design era right now, figuring out exactly what I want to do for my next (good) 30 years before I become truly old. I'm 46 right now and my youngest child just started college, so going forward I'll be able to focus on the work I want to do, rather than the work I have to do.

Speaking of work, this AI pivot has been really good for me. It provides a creative outlet that had been missing in my life, while simultaneously earning income from client contracts. In just over two months of hanging my shingle as a custom AI toolmaker, I already have 20 clients in my pipeline and enough work booked out for the next six months (and probably full year) of living at a very nice salary.

In addition to the gig work, I have upcoming large projects in a few categories: intelligence, entertainment, and creative agencies. The intelligence is super interesting but a little speculative, the entertainment shows great promise and lots of money but is not a place I really want to live, and the creative agencies are probably my exit strategy, selling them a business for a few million dollars in a couple years, letting me walk off into the sunset, happily eating sandwiches and playing Slay the Spire.

My business and philanthropy partner J. Money and I have always believed in building a lifestyle that we can be happy with and proud of, even if that means turning down a lot of money along the way. What good is the money if you're not enjoying your life? I've worked too hard for too long in too many high-stress situations, and now that I don't have to do it that way anymore, I think I just . . . won't.

I hope you follow your heart as well, friends.

Enjoy your week, and enjoy the good years of your life while you have them!

Nate


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Nate St. Pierre

I'm an AI developer at the intersection of immersive and emergent storytelling. I help novelists, game designers, and filmmakers vividly imagine their worlds through a set of custom tools I've developed.

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