Tried to write a better blurb about myself that explains who I am and what I do. Thought I’d bang it out in a few minutes but trying to describe myself in a coherent and marketable manner is like throwing all of my dreams and regrets into an existential blender. For an hour, I stared at “James A. Reeves is.” Maybe this is enough.
Like painting legs on a snake. My in-laws taught me this Chinese idiom, a scold against unnecessary embellishment for making things too complicated.
