The Drift: How Some Relationships Die Quietly

I have watched partnerships I didn’t think would end, end.

Not in dramatic blowups. No financial scandal. No moment where an outsider could point and say that’s where it broke. Just a slow erosion of what made the partnership work, until something tested it and it couldn’t hold the weight.

The drift is what I want to talk about.

The Brittle Partnership

The partnerships that ended without warning weren’t actually ending without warning. They had been drifting for months or years. The two parties inside them had stopped sharing the same priorities, the same focus, the same understanding of what they were building together. They could still navigate the routine. They could still cooperate on deliverables and meetings and the calendar. But underneath the routine, the structural alignment had thinned.

The problem with thin structural alignment is that it works fine until it doesn’t.

When a stress test came — a market shift, a budget cut, a personnel change, a strategic pivot — the partnership had no reserves to draw on. What looked like a working relationship for years turned brittle in a moment. It busted apart not because something dramatic happened to it, but because nothing dramatic had been happening to it for a long time, and the silence had hollowed it out from the inside.

That’s the pattern I keep seeing. Not catastrophe. Erosion that produces the appearance of catastrophe when conditions finally test what’s left.

The same pattern shows up everywhere two parties have to keep agreeing about something over time — business partnerships, team relationships, vendor relationships, board dynamics, even working friendships at the office. The tell is usually the same. The work that used to feel collaborative starts feeling transactional. The meetings that used to produce ideas start producing reports. The trust that used to make decisions easy quietly drains, and nobody quite remembers when it left.

What I Got Wrong

More than ten years ago I left my first data career and joined a new company. I came in with eagerness and gusto. I had ideas. I had seen things at the previous job I knew could be improved. I wanted to build alignment and change the organization for the better.

I put people off.

Not because the ideas were bad. Because I came in trying to renegotiate things I had no standing to renegotiate yet. I hadn’t gotten to know the people. I hadn’t understood why the existing approach existed. I hadn’t earned the right to propose a new direction. I was trying to fix what looked like drift to me when, from the inside, it didn’t look like drift at all — it looked like the way they had always done things.

What changed me was the slow realization that the desire to make things better had to start with the desire to build relationships first. I started finding people where they were. I started asking what they needed from me before telling them what I thought they needed. The respect and the trust I eventually earned came from listening before negotiating, and once that trust was there, the conversations about what to change became conversations we could actually have.

I learned to renegotiate by first learning that you don’t get to renegotiate from outside the relationship.

How the Conversation Actually Goes

When a partnership has drifted and someone has noticed, the question is how to open the conversation without it landing as an accusation.

The mechanic that works for me is to whittle down from where agreement still exists to where it doesn’t. Do we still agree on the mission? If yes — do we still agree on the approach? If yes — do we still agree on the methods? You walk down the levels until you find the place where the agreement has actually shifted. Then you start the real conversation there.

That move does two things. It establishes that you’re not attacking the whole partnership — there’s plenty you still see the same way. And it locates the divergence specifically, instead of letting it remain a vague we’ve grown apart. Vague drift is hard to address. Specific divergence is something two parties can actually talk about.

The other piece is posture. If you were equals in the partnership and you’re now asking to renegotiate, you have to address each other as equals. Give space to explain thinking. Sometimes follow the other party’s lead. What you’re really saying when you renegotiate is that you value the relationship and the outcome more than you value controlling the method. If that’s true, the conversation is already most of the way home.

When Silence Is the Right Choice

Not every drift needs to be addressed. Not every partnership is meant to last forever.

I’ve been part of working relationships that lasted exactly as long as they should have. Two people put together by circumstance, did good work for a season, and then the season ended. I left that company more than ten years ago and a handful of those colleagues have stayed in my life. Most haven’t. The ones who haven’t aren’t a failure — they’re a chapter that closed cleanly. We did what we were brought together to do, and we moved on.

The mature version of letting go isn’t bitterness. It’s gratitude. You made an impact on my work. I’m grateful for what we built. If our paths separate from here, I’m rooting for you. If I can ever be useful to you, I want to be. That’s how you honor a partnership that’s reached its natural end.

The trick is reading which kind of drift you’re in. Some drift is the partnership telling you it’s complete. Some drift is the partnership telling you it needs renewal. Both are valid outcomes. Neither is failure. But the responses are opposite, and the cost of getting it wrong is high in either direction — fighting to renew something that’s done, or releasing something that just needed attention.

The test I run is one question: Is there still something here both parties would grieve losing? If the answer is yes, the drift is asking for renewal. If the answer is honestly no — not bitterly, just no — the drift is telling you the chapter is finished, and the cleanest move is to let it finish.

The Hardest Failure Mode

The corruption pattern in most drifting partnerships isn’t lack of conversation. It’s lack of the right conversation.

Two parties can talk every week and still be silent about everything that matters. Status updates, deliverables, the weather of the calendar — all of it traffic, none of it the actual partnership. The structural conversation, the how are we doing, where are we headed, what’s changed since we last checked conversation, the one that requires both parties to be honest about what they’ve been carrying — that’s the conversation that goes missing first.

I’ve watched partnerships die quietly because of this. Two people who started with shared goals, drifted through one or two strategic shifts without ever naming the divergence, and woke up a year later running tactics on each other inside what they still called a partnership. Neither of them was acting in bad faith. They had just stopped having the conversation that would have caught the drift, and by the time the conditions tested them, there was nothing left to test.

That’s the cost of letting the structural conversation lapse. Not betrayal. Just the slow accumulation of conversations that didn’t happen, until the partnership couldn’t carry the weight conditions eventually placed on it.

The Small Days

The partnerships that don’t drift aren’t drifting less because the parties got lucky. They’re drifting less because of what’s happening on the small days — the days that don’t feel like they matter, the conversations that don’t feel important enough to bother with, the noticing that happens when nothing is wrong.

That’s where the structural alignment is built. Not in the crisis. Not in the quarterly review. In the Tuesday afternoon question that gets asked before there’s a reason to ask it.

You can’t outrun drift with effort applied at the wrong layer. You have to do the small work, on the small days, before the stress test arrives.

That’s all there is, really. The conversations that happen, or the conversations that don’t.

I’m Tired, and That’s Allowed

I’m thirty-five days into the third round of a year-long challenge that has me running seven habits every day. Across the year I’ve kept a near-daily exercise practice, published two books with a third in proof, built and grown a daily Bible illustration project that’s reached a real audience, started writing songs again, held a demanding day job, and tried to be present for a marriage I take seriously.

Tonight I’m tired.

Not defeated. Not broken. Not in crisis. Just tired in the specific, accumulated way that catches up with you after four months of pushing the engine.

This post is about what to do with that.

What the Tiredness Actually Is

It’s physical, first. Four months of consistent training has produced real results — I’ve shed nearly ten percent of my body fat since June and gained skeletal muscle along the way. The body did what I asked it to do. It’s also asking for some recovery time, and it’s right to ask.

Some of the physical part isn’t training-related at all. Allergies have kicked up. The weather has shifted. The barometric whiplash that comes with changing seasons has me a little under the weather, in the literal sense. None of it is serious. All of it adds to the load the body is already managing.

It’s mental, in a way I notice when I sit down to write. Two months ago I was bursting with ideas faster than I could capture them. Lately I’m getting the needful done every day, but the creative shine has dimmed. Not gone. Dimmed. The fog isn’t blocking the work — it’s making the work feel like work, where for a stretch it had felt like discovery.

It’s emotional, in the lowest-key version of emotional. Not down. Not despairing. Just thinner than usual on bandwidth.

It’s not spiritual. The Bible study and the prayer have held. That’s the one input that hasn’t started to ration.

This isn’t burnout. Burnout has a specific signature — cynicism, dread of the work, joylessness, the sense that you’ve stopped recognizing yourself. None of that is here. What’s here is the simpler thing. I’ve been working hard, for a long time, and the body and brain are asking for some space.

What I’ve Already Quietly Adjusted

If I’m honest with you and with myself, I’ve already started conserving in places.

The other book projects have been getting fragments of attention instead of focused sessions. The Substack engagement has been scrambled. Brainstorming for the next round of work has shifted from intentional walks to whatever pockets of time I can find between obligations. I’ve been answering messages slower. The Bible illustration project and the daily blog posts are consuming most of my creative hour, which means everything else is competing for what’s left.

None of those slips are catastrophic. All of them are signals. The system is telling me where the load is too heavy, and I’ve been hearing it without quite saying it out loud.

Tonight I’m saying it out loud.

The Two Wrong Scripts

There are two stories the personal-development world wants to tell about this moment, and both of them are wrong.

The first is push through. The breakthrough is on the other side of the wall. People who quit are soft. Discipline means doing it anyway. That story produces broken people who think they failed when their body called the bill.

The second is honor your tiredness. Rest is sacred. You don’t owe anyone your hustle. Your body is wisdom. That story produces people who use self-care as cover for never doing the hard thing in the first place.

Both stories are absolutist. Both stories are wrong because they both assume the answer is universal. The actual answer is discernment — knowing what you can push through, knowing what you can’t, and being honest enough to tell the difference in real time.

I’ve spent four months pushing through. The pushing produced real results. It also produced this tiredness. The next discipline isn’t to push harder. It isn’t to collapse, either. It’s to look at what I’m carrying and decide, deliberately, what stays and what shifts.

The Streak Was Never the Point

When I designed the 7-40 framework, I wrote into the document that the streak isn’t the important part. The habit participation is.

I’m grateful to past-me for putting that in writing. It means tonight, when I’m tired and considering whether to skip something or shorten something or move a workout, I’m not breaking the system. I’m using it the way it was designed to be used.

If I decide to call Round 3 a few days early to take real recovery time, that might be the most important decision I make this round. Not because I’m quitting. Because I’m reading the data honestly and adjusting before the cost gets higher than the benefit.

The framework moves forward either way. Bible study stays. Gratitude stays. Eating and water stay. The workouts might slip a little. The reading might pause if my brain isn’t holding information well. The streak number doesn’t matter. The person I’m becoming by doing hard things consistently — that matters.

I am not worshipping the streak. The streak is a tool. Tools serve the work. When the tool starts asking the work to serve it, the relationship has inverted, and the honest move is to notice and correct.

What I Think Sustains This

Most people who try a 280-day personal transformation challenge don’t make it to Day 122. The ones who do come from a lot of different places — some run on extraordinary willpower, some on sheer momentum, some on a vision that pulls them forward, some on disciplines that were already in place before they started.

What’s sustained me here, I think, is honesty.

Not the absence of struggle. Not toughness. Just the daily practice of telling myself the truth about what I’m carrying and what it’s costing. I’m not pretending this is easy. I’m not pretending I haven’t been quietly cutting corners. I’m not pretending the streak is the prize. The journey is mine. The load is mine to design. And I’m no good to anyone — not my wife, not my son, not the work — if I run myself into the ground proving I can.

That’s what sustains it. Not toughness. Not surrender. Honesty about what I’m actually carrying and what it’s actually costing.

What I Tell My Wife at the End of Hard Days

There are days when my wife has worked herself to the edge — a long day of physical labor in the yard, or a stretch of caring for someone, or just a day where the load was heavier than she expected. At the end of those days, I tell her some version of the same thing.

You did an amazing job. You did everything you needed to do today. I’m proud of you. I admire you. Anything else that needs to be done, we can handle tomorrow. For today, it’s done, and you’ve done well.

I’m telling myself the same thing tonight.

I haven’t reached every goal I’ve set. I’m not in the shape I want to be in yet. There are projects in the queue I haven’t started. There’s work tomorrow and the day after.

But for today — for this evening, on Day 35 of Round 3, with seven habits done and one more day in the books — I’ve done what I was supposed to do.

I’m proud of myself. I’m grateful.

I’m allowed to rest.

The Beauty of Routines

Most writing about habits frames them as productivity tools. Build the right habit, do the thing, become the more efficient version of yourself. The vocabulary is discipline, willpower, accountability, consistency.

That’s not why I built mine.

I built mine to give my brain somewhere to go when it would otherwise reach for food, wine, or my phone.

The Architecture of Comfort

Around dinner time, every day, my brain wants comfort. That’s not a moral failing. That’s how the brain works. Stress accumulates over the course of a day, energy reserves drop, decision-making capacity gets thin, and somewhere in the early evening the system goes looking for something that feels good.

For most of my life, that something was food. A second helping. Dessert when I wasn’t hungry. A bowl of something while watching television. The eating wasn’t about hunger. It was about the dopamine hit my brain expected at that hour, in that mood, after that kind of day.

Wine had the same job, on the days that wasn’t food. So did doom-scrolling — the slot machine of the social feed, infinite small rewards for no real cost in the moment.

Three different behaviors. Same neurological function. The brain wanted comfort and it had learned three reliable ways to produce it.

The Substitution

Here’s what I figured out, slowly, over the past year.

The brain wants comfort. The brain will find comfort. The variable isn’t whether you give it the dopamine hit. The variable is which behavior you’ve trained it to associate with the hit.

Around dinner time now, the urge that used to send me to the kitchen sends me out for a walk. The urge that used to send me to a second glass of wine sends me to the floor for abs and push-ups. The urge that used to send me into the social feed sends me to a book or a blog post.

I’m not white-knuckling those choices. I’m not “resisting temptation.” I’m getting a real dopamine hit from the walk. My brain has figured out that the walk is comfort now. It produces the same internal reward I used to get from the thing I was overdoing.

The compulsion didn’t disappear. The compulsion got redirected.

The Compulsion Reframe

Some people would say I haven’t actually solved anything — I’ve just traded one compulsion for another. The behavior is still automatic. I’m still running on autopilot. I just happen to land on healthier shores.

That criticism is technically true. It’s also useless.

If compulsiveness is your method — and for most humans, in most situations, it is — then your job isn’t to transcend compulsion. It’s to choose which compulsion runs the show. Most of what we do every day is habitual. We don’t deliberate over breakfast. We don’t strategize about whether to brush our teeth. We’re going to do something compulsively at five in the afternoon. The question is which something.

And here’s the part most habit writing skips: the body cooperates with you eventually. Exercise releases endorphins. Walking outside resets your nervous system. Reading a book at night settles your mind. The compulsion that started as a deliberate substitution turns, after enough repetitions, into genuine desire. You’re no longer choosing the walk over the wine because you should. You’re choosing it because your body now wants it.

That transition — from forced substitution to actual desire — is the part that takes time. It also takes faith on the front end, before the brain has caught up to the new pattern.

When the Routine Slips

I’m 34 days into my third 40-day round of a year-long challenge. I haven’t missed a day. But that doesn’t mean I’ve been perfect inside the day. There have been meals I shouldn’t have eaten. Glasses of wine I didn’t need. Stretches of phone time that didn’t serve me.

The framework I run by isn’t never slip. It’s one slip is a treat. Daily slipping is a detriment.

The difference matters. A perfectionist framework can’t survive contact with real life — one missed day and the whole thing collapses because the framework didn’t have room for being human. The framework I’m using has room. It assumes I’ll slip. It just doesn’t let the slip become the new pattern.

The discipline isn’t avoiding the slip. The discipline is what you do the next morning.

The Whole Person

The seven habits I run every day aren’t a productivity stack. They’re an architecture for a whole person — spiritual, physical, mental, emotional. I have cravings across the full spectrum of who I am. I can meet them with good things or bad things. The seven habits are my way of meeting each one deliberately, before the brain decides for me what to reach for.

That’s why all seven exist. Removing one doesn’t just leave a productivity gap. It leaves a comfort gap that something else will fill. Probably something I don’t want filling it.

Hydration is just hydration. But a body that’s well-hydrated thinks better and feels better and works better. None of the seven are decoration.

The Kid in the Memory

There’s a kid still inside me who remembers opening the refrigerator a long time ago and finding nothing.

Not nothing-I-want. Actually nothing. The light came on, and the shelves were empty, and the question wasn’t what should I eat but is there anything to eat.

We’ve long since passed that. My family is provided for. My fridge is full. But the kid who looked into the empty one is still in there. He’s the reason food became my most reliable form of comfort. He’s the one who learned, early, that when food is available you take it, because there were times it wasn’t. That wiring didn’t disappear when the conditions changed. It went quiet. It didn’t leave.

He’s the one suggesting the second helping I don’t need. He’s the one noticing the open bottle of wine. He’s the one reaching for the phone when the day has been long.

He’s not bad. He learned what he learned, when he learned it. He just hasn’t gotten the memo about the new program.

I’m not trying to silence him. I’m trying to thank him for getting me here, and then choose something different now.

The routines are how I do that without having to argue it out every evening.

What I Wrote in 2018

In July of 2018 I sat down at a keyboard and wrote a post about communication.

I had just come through chemo and surgery to clean out my lymph nodes — my second time with cancer, the first having been in 2004. I was on short-term disability. I was waiting to go back to my desk. I was eager to be around people again.

That’s the context for what I wrote. Most readers won’t know it. I didn’t put it in the post at the time. But it shapes everything I want to say tonight.

Eight years ago, I wrote:

I love words. I love looking at the definitions of words to see how they work… This morning as I started to sketch out the purpose of this post, I started to examine the word communicate.

Share or exchange information, news, or ideas. To succeed in conveying one’s ideas or in evoking understanding in others.

When I first started reading the definition I felt it was incomplete. If communicating only involved the sharing of ideas, we would all be excellent communicators. Just shout what you want people to hear as loud as you can and viola! Job complete… it isn’t that easy is it? In a word, no.

The second part of the definition I outlined brought the meaning into focus. To succeed in conveying one’s ideas and evoking understanding in others. This, in my opinion, is the heart of communication… understanding.

And the post closed with a line that surprised me a little when I read it back this morning:

You have important things to say. You have a viewpoint that you need to share.

That was 2018-me, fresh out of the hospital, writing to whoever would read his blog.

What I Notice Reading It Back

I expected to disagree with parts of it. Eight years is a long time. I’ve read more, written more, lived more. Yesterday I published a post laying out a framework I didn’t have in 2018 — three modes of conversation, communication and negotiation and capitulation, with intent as the variable that moves a conversation between them.

So I went back to read 2018-me expecting to find a writer who didn’t yet see what I see now.

I didn’t find that.

I found a writer whose framework was less developed, but whose convictions were the same as mine. People have important things to say. Bridging our differences so we can hear them is the goal. Understanding doesn’t require agreement. I still believe every line of it. Eight years and a lot of reading and a lot of conversations later, I haven’t moved on the spirit. I’ve gotten more precise about the approach.

That distinction matters more than I expected.

The Constancy Question

Most writing about personal growth assumes the writer changed and now sees what they used to miss. I used to think X, now I think Y, here’s what I learned. That’s the standard arc.

When I read 2018-me, that arc didn’t fit. The 2018 post is generous, optimistic, and trusting — and I’d assumed, before re-reading it, that I’d find a man who hadn’t yet been disappointed enough to know better. That’s the story most people tell about themselves at midlife. I used to be naïve. Now I’m wise.

But 2018-me wasn’t naïve. He’d already had cancer twice. He’d already watched manipulation happen in plenty of conversations. He’d already seen what people with agendas do to people without them. He chose to write generously about communication anyway, because that’s what he believed about people — and because he wanted to come back to his desk and his colleagues and his work and do the thing he’d been doing for years.

The generosity wasn’t innocence. It was a posture. A choice. Made by someone who had reasons to make a different choice and didn’t.

I still hold that posture. I’ve added language to it. I’ve built frameworks around it. I’ve gotten sharper at recognizing when someone in front of me isn’t operating from the same posture and adjusting accordingly. But the underlying conviction — that people have important things to say, and that the work is to bridge our differences so we can hear them — hasn’t moved.

Approach vs. Spirit

There’s a difference between disagreeing with the spirit of something you used to believe and disagreeing with the approach.

When the spirit changes, you’ve moved. You’re a different person operating from a different center, and your old work is evidence of who you used to be.

When the approach changes, you’ve stayed the same person and gotten better at doing what you’ve always been doing. The old work is evidence of the journey, not evidence of who you used to be.

Looking at 2018-me, the approach has gotten more sophisticated. I now know that some conversations aren’t really conversations. I know that techniques used for understanding can be used for manipulation, and that the techniques themselves give you no way to tell. I know that drift is real — that two people can start with shared goals and end up running tactics on each other without either of them quite noticing.

That’s the approach edit. The spirit didn’t move.

When you go back to old work and find that the spirit still holds, you’ve discovered something useful about yourself. You’ve found out what’s load-bearing in your worldview — the thing that survived eight years of evidence and didn’t bend.

When you go back and find the spirit has shifted, you’ve also learned something — what you used to believe and don’t anymore, why the change happened, what the new center is.

Both are good. Both teach you something about who you are. The mistake is assuming you’ll find the second one when you might find the first.

For me, this morning, the answer was: the spirit held. Eight years later, I still believe people have important things to say. I still believe bridging our differences so we can hear each other is the work. I just have better tools now for doing the work.

That’s not nothing. That’s actually a lot.

Communication, Negotiation, and Capitulation

I just finished Charles Duhigg’s Supercommunicators. The book teaches a set of techniques for understanding people — listening so they feel heard, matching their conversational mode, building enough trust that real exchange becomes possible. The techniques are real and they work.

What’s missing from the book — and from most communication writing — is a clear picture of what happens when the same techniques get used for different purposes. Because they do, all the time, and the techniques themselves give you no way to tell the difference.

That’s the thing I want to talk about.

Three Modes

There’s a continuum running through almost every important conversation we have:

Communication is when both parties are trying to understand each other. The goal is shared ground. Even when interests differ, the orientation is mutual.

Negotiation is when there’s an outcome being sought, and both parties know it. A salesperson and a customer. Two business partners. A couple deciding where to vacation. The outcome matters, the interests may diverge, but the rules of the game are visible to everyone in the room.

Capitulation is when one party knows the stakes more clearly than the other and uses the asymmetry to move them somewhere they wouldn’t have chosen with full information. The other party doesn’t realize they’re being moved. By the time they figure it out, the conversation is over and they’ve already agreed to something.

The techniques that produce each of these are largely the same. Listening. Reflecting back. Naming emotions. Looking for common values. The variable isn’t the technique. The variable is what you’re trying to do with it.

Intent Is the Variable

Reading someone well is a neutral skill. It can be used to honor them or to operate on them. Two people can run identical techniques and produce opposite ethical outcomes depending on what they’re actually trying to accomplish.

I don’t have a problem with salespeople. If someone has a product they genuinely believe will make my life better, I want them to sell to me. The techniques they use to understand my situation, find what I actually need, and propose a solution are exactly the same techniques a friend might use to recommend a restaurant. The difference isn’t the moves. It’s whether the person across from me is here to enrich my experience or here to take from it.

The hard part is that intent is invisible. You can’t reach across a table and verify what someone is actually trying to do. So how does anyone know?

The most reliable answer is pattern over time. People who’ve been around me long enough have watched me handle situations where I had something to gain and chose not to take it. They’ve seen me update my position when I realized I was wrong. They know what I’ve stood by when it cost me. That track record speaks louder than any single conversation. Intent reveals itself through pattern, and over a long enough timeframe, it can’t really hide.

The Honest Middle

Most real conversations don’t have pure intent. They have mixed intent. You want to help someone and you want them to do what you think is right and you’d prefer the outcome that benefits you. All at once. That’s not a flaw. That’s how human cognition actually works.

Marriage is where I see this most clearly in my own life. After twenty-seven years, I know my intentions toward my wife are fundamentally good. But on a given Tuesday, when I’m pushing for us to go out to dinner, am I doing it because she’s tired and needs a break, or because I’m lazy and don’t feel like cooking? Most of the time it’s both. The discipline isn’t to pretend the selfish part isn’t there. The discipline is to recognize both parts are present and ask which one is driving the conversation.

The same thing happens at work. The same thing happens in friendships. Pure intent is rare. Mixed intent is the human condition. The question isn’t whether you’re free of self-interest. The question is whether you can see it when it’s there and not let it run the show.

Knowing You’re Wrong

There’s a moment in some conversations where I realize, mid-sentence, that I’ve been arguing for the wrong thing. I think out loud, which means sometimes the act of articulating a position is what reveals to me that I no longer hold it. The honest move is to stop and say so. Wait. Hold on. I just realized I’m not thinking about this right. Forgive me — let me back up.

The reader will ask: how do you know whether someone is genuinely updating or just capitulating to pressure? From outside, both look like changing your mind.

There’s a tell. The genuine update has energy. It looks like discovery — oh, I just saw something I hadn’t seen. It’s an aha moment. The capitulation has the opposite shape. It looks like resignation. The person isn’t surprised by what they’re now saying. They’re tired of defending what they were saying before.

It’s not an aha moment. It’s an oh-crap moment.

The two are visibly different if you’re paying attention. Genuine updates make a person more present in the conversation. Capitulation withdraws them.

The Test

Communication is for connection. Negotiation is for honest exchange. Capitulation is what happens when one of us has decided where the conversation ends before it began, and we don’t tell the other person.

The first two are good. The third one corrupts everything it touches — relationships, businesses, marriages, the public square. Most of what passes for “influence” or “persuasion technique” online right now is teaching people to operate on each other while calling it communication.

The techniques aren’t the problem. The intent behind them is.

The test I run on myself is one question: Am I here to enrich the experience of the person across from me, or am I here to take?

If I can’t answer that honestly, I shouldn’t be in the conversation yet.