I know. To some people, this sounds small. A workflow. An email trigger. A draft that writes itself while I’m busy overthinking my breakfast. But for me, it felt like standing at the edge of a version of myself I had only ever imagined. Press enter or click to view image in full size Today, I built my first AI automation. And I won’t lie — I stared at the screen a little longer than necessary when it actually worked. I watched a Gmail arrive, watched the AI read it, and watched it decide whether to draft a response all on its own. My stomach did that specific lurch — the one that usually happens when I land a difficult truth in a poem, but this time, it was triggered by a moving block on a screen. The rational voice: (It’s just a logic gate. You followed the instructions. It’s math.) The emotional voice: (IT MOVED BY ITSELF. I AM A WIZARD. I HAVE CONQUERED THE MACHINES.) For someone whose world has mostly lived in feelings, words, and healing… building systems feels like a different kind of courage.…