The mind moved faster than the heart

This morning on my walk with Bo, I caught myself doing something I see in others almost daily: rushing to judgment.

It started with me.
Am I even allowed to enjoy this walk? Friends are coming for breakfast. Shouldn’t I be “doing” something?

The judgment landed before the feeling.
As if my mind moved faster than my heart.

And then I thought back to the week:
On Thursday, someone told me they’d applied to Y Combinator, only to instantly dismiss the accelerator as "they are just in it for the money."
On Friday, I saw a well-known voice on LinkedIn claim that all cash in Spain is "black" and therefore wrong. There was no nuance, just a label.

When did we stop allowing space for context? For complexity? For compassion?

What if we, especially those of us building things, could pause that reflex to classify and instead look with curiosity?
At others.
In situations.
At ourselves.

Redesign began for me when I couldn’t bear the voice inside anymore. It pushed, it judged, it demanded until it collapsed.
Only when I started seeing without judgment did a new path emerge, one rooted in clarity, slowness, and strength.

That’s the path I walk today, here on Ibiza. And every day, I practice softening; less noise. More noticing.

Maybe that’s the new definition of success:
Slowing down, so you can truly see.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Sebastiaan