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This is a newsletter riff, so I’m just gonna read it through and kind of think out loud.

A couple of weeks ago, forest fire smoke chased everyone indoors at my dad’s place in British Columbia, Canada. That’s how I ended up standing in his kitchen looking up at the ceiling. Now, I need to note, there was nothing remarkable about the ceiling. But it was different than the ceiling in the rest of the house. It was smooth, it was near perfection.

But really, there wasn’t much to see. Flat, smooth, white ceiling.

So I looked up and it registered. Well it didn’t register at all.

My family had driven out to see my dad and his partner for a nice vacation. Some time in the pool, music in the park, a bit of visiting. Instead, we were inside most of the time, just catching up. My dad’s been a carpenter most of his life. At least most of his working life. Home builder, renovator, the guy who tears something apart a second and third time to get it right the fourth.

He’d been renovating the house we were standing in for decades, undoing others’ mistakes, and getting it just right.

Standing there in that kitchen, looking up at the ceiling, underneath used to be latin plaster, I learned. But instead of tearing it out,

my dad built a second ceiling over it. Styrofoam insulation, cleats to fasten to, then 12 foot sheets of drywall, raised into place and hung by himself. No crew, no second set of hands.

And he mentioned it in the same way you talk about what you had for lunch.

Then I noticed the crown molding around the top of the living room. The ceiling slopes, so none of the corners are a clean angle, and there’s a spot where the trim has to wrap around the fireplace that juts into the room. Every seam meets tight. There wasn’t a gap anywhere.

Now looking at that molding was it was as remarkably unremarkable as the ceiling. It was tight, every corner, every joint, every compound angle perfect. There was nothing to notice, which is what made it so incredibly noticeable.

And none of that looks hard. It looks like a ceiling. It looks like trim. And that’s exactly the problem with watching someone who is a genuine master at something. The difficulty gets absorbed into the result, and what’s left looks like it was never there.

A quick YouTube search will tell you installing crown molding is a pretty straightforward job. I know because I’ve tried it. What YouTube doesn’t show you is the 50 plus years of angles and joints that didn’t go right before this one.

The ease is the tell, not the trick. When something hard looks effortless, that’s not proof it was easy. It’s proof the person doing it has already made every mistake there is to make enough times that they stopped making them in front of you.

You’ve probably felt this watching elite athletes too. It’s just easier to spot it in your own kitchen ceiling.

You’ve also seen a version of this at work, I’ll bet. A senior engineer walks up to a fault your team has been chasing for a week,

glances at the trend data for 90 seconds, looks at the drawing, points to the one thing everyone else has scrolled past. The instinct is to think it must not have been that hard after all. The reality is they’ve chased 40 versions of that exact same problem before.

You’ve only seen the forty first.

This is actually the flip side of episode two, way back at the beginning of this podcast, where I talked about not being able to see your own skill. This time, it’s someone else’s effort you can’t see. The practice and the reps it took to get there.

I’ve done my share of house projects as well. Plumbing, electrical, flooring. The basic stuff is manageable, though I’ve mostly given up on plumbing. It’s the finishing touches that give me away. I laid laminate flooring a few years ago, and there are gaps along one wall that will probably haunt me eternally. I see them every time I walk into that room. I don’t know how to fix them.

without tearing the whole thing apart and starting over. So I let them be.

Now this gap runs probably two feet long, is about a quarter of an inch wide. It was fine when the dog’s dish was there and obscuring it, but now that he’s gone, I cannot not see this gap, this error, this mistake I made. So in the same way that looking at the ceiling and the crown molding was remarkably unremarkable, mine.

is the exact opposite.

Now that gap is the whole concept sitting right there on my own floor. My dad’s 50 years brought him no

gaps around a fireplace on a sloped ceiling. My handful of attempts bought me a wall I quietly avoid pointing out to guests or even looking at myself. Through the years, I’d watched my dad make these things look easy, and I thought, I’ve seen it done.

I’ve watched him do it, I should be able to do it myself. Not the case. I don’t have the reps.

I’ve also caught myself doing a version of this shortcut instinct in my own work as well. Sometimes leaning too heavily on an AI editor to smooth

a draft before I’ve actually decided what I think about it. Maybe asking three different people for their take on a business decision before I trust my own read on it. None of that is automatically a problem. Outside perspective and good tools can sharpen judgment.

They don’t replace it though.

The line is whether I’m using the input to make my own decision faster or using it so I don’t have to make the decision at all.

One is reps, the other is renting someone else’s reps.

There’s no version of this where the shortcut gets you the reps for free. You either put in the years or you end up with a wall you avoid pointing out to people.

So where’s the gap in your own work you’ve decided to just let be instead of fixing it properly?