Much like Chris, Matt, Nathan, Paw, Winnie, and many people with a personal website, I enjoy the act of reflecting on the year gone by in public. I was in the hospital until New Year’s Eve, so I’m a little late.

A stream of consciousness of 2024

Photos with no filter, HTML energy, old-fashioned tea pots, things feel too full, how much should I carry, liminal space as a sound, where should I work if I can’t do it from home, Bishop Mark is nice, YouTube without the ads, cooking is not my hobby, biking fast and slow, where do I find unknown music, saying yes too much, Royel Otis, places feel like Berlin, being around Black people, to be the middle child somehow still, easy recovery becomes hard, nurses are good, lofi beats, schlager.

In a fortnight, I’ll be celebrating one year of employment at Gerimedica, the healthcare technology provider I was keen to join last spring. Coincidentally, I’m working on one of my professional development goals right now: turn coworker feedback into concrete goals for the second quarter. It seems a fitting moment to reflect on the past year as a whole.

As expected, healthtech is the bomb diggity

I’ve never made a secret of this: Gerimedica had me at hello. Even when I joined educational technology startup Leeruniek in 2020, I knew my next stop would be healthcare technology. My expectations were grand, and I have yet to be disappointed.

In one way or another, the number 36 has felt like a milestone birthday for a long time. As a tween, I imagined the glamorous autonomy that came with being 36 because I was hooked on watching the televised adventures of a foursome of privileged White women in Manhattan. Now, finally at 36, it feels important that I could’ve had a child as an adult who would now also be an adult. I say “adult” but we all remember the self-important idiots we were at 18.