Somewhere between a circuits lab and a long bus ride I started carrying a small notebook everywhere. Not for to-dos — for the half-formed stuff. Why a thing broke. What I’d try next. A sketch of an idea I didn’t trust yet.
Months later the notebook is the most honest record I have of how I actually think. Messier than any repo, more useful than any resume bullet. Future me can read it and watch past me slowly figure things out.