Okay so it's 12am and I'm building Rooty, the app that's literally about helping stylists stop burning themselves out.
And I'm sitting here reworking the same landing page for the hundredth time, slowly starting to hate every word of it.
So my AI, the thing I'm building this with, tells me to go to bed. Basically: "you don't hate the work, you're just out of gas. Go rest, it'll look fine in the morning."
Then my husband walks by and says the exact same thing. 🙃
So to recap: I'm making an app to help you stop grinding yourself into the ground, and it took my laptop and my husband ganging up on me to close it.
The irony is noted. Goodnight, for real. 🌱