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Dec '25 • General discussion
Small Things
When I was a child, my parents took my two siblings and me on a winter holiday to Windischgarsten.
Windischgarsten is a historic market town in Upper Austria.
Because its new image generation is insane, I asked ChatGPT to generate an image of Windischgarsten in winter for me.
This is what I got.
And it's good.
Almost scarily good.
But then also just not quite right.
Google, Gemini, Claude and co also couldn't help me find the author who was reading one of the nights during the holidays from his Styrian poem book.
I remember us kids being a bit bored and making faces at each other.
And I remember looking at my dad.
Light from candles on his face, listening to the man with tears in his eyes.
I only understood that he was touched by whatever this man was saying.
Years later, my dad found the poem book he bought that night in a box in his basement.
It was at the time when he renovated the house to move in with my lovely stepmum.
It was a time when we had grown up.
We all got busy.
But when my dad pulled out the book that year on Christmas—
When he read the Christmas poem that man (I think he was called Wendl) had written—
Talking about the presents he couldn't find under the tree,
The Christmas tree's candles helping him see better in petroleum light,
His busy mother burning milk,
Being with his grandma and parents in church at midnight,
And honoring his humble roots in a way so beautiful I wish I had the words to make you understand—
Our family was closer together than ever.
Nostalgia is that bittersweet longing for the past
a warm ache for moments, people, places, or feelings that once were.
It's not quite happiness and not quite sadness.
It's both at the same time.
Remembering the beauty.
Feeling the love.
Grieving that you can't have it back.
This Christmas, I feel a lot of nostalgia.
When I think about baby Danny.
About the mastermind I closed.
About days before AI.
I had a coaching call the other day.
We uncovered a belief that helping others is more valuable than doing something for yourself.
The reframe and aha moment came from understanding we have to resource ourselves to sustainably be a resource for others.
And what I mean by that is to help them unfold into their most whole self.
So they can bring the kind of beauty and love that's desperately needed and one day will be terribly missed.
Yes, I wish I had spent even more time with baby Danny.
But had I, I wouldn't be the mother for him that I am today.
Yes, I miss my mastermind members, meeting them in person and being there for them.
But nothing feels as right as low-ticket being able to help people at scale again and contributing in the way I can to the online education space through my position now.
Yes, there's a lot wrong with what's happening because of, through, and with AI.
But I'd rather channel my energy into thinking about how I personally can contribute to making it a net positive.
Yes, I am small.
Most of us are.
But looking back
The small things are the big ones.
They are all we truly had.
They made all the difference.
Whether you celebrate Christmas or not, I hope you're resourcing and taking the best care of yourself this holiday season and beyond.
We need all your brilliance, care, kindness, and love in this world.
Hugs,
Evelyn ❤️
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