Ronsley Vaz

I used to be three weeks ahead on content. Last month some days I was one day ahead. So I put my phone on a tripod while I made coffee. No plan. My AI cut reels from it. Better? I couldn't say. More? Yes. Hit record while you make coffee.

He calls them "expert-backed decisions" now. What he makes is very slow ones, having handed his nerve to a hundred people who do not exist and cannot be blamed.

His son asked for help with a bike. He said let me consult. His son said it is a bike, Dad. He consulted anyway. The panel recommended a qualified mechanic. The boy fixed it himself in the time it took to type the question.

He stopped making small choices alone. It felt arrogant, with a hundred specialists right there, to just pick a tie. Who was he to overrule the panel.

He would open the AI, lay out the whole situation, and ask for the consensus. Lunch took forty minutes. The experts were divided on the sandwich.

My AI caught me teaching clients a command they didn't have. I recorded 22 rough minutes for their weekly lesson. That was my whole job. It did the upload, lesson page and email. Then it checked me against their version and fixed the email. Teach from their version, not yours.

It has no idea what kind of day she's having. She asked for a personal trainer, so she gets one at the top of every single chat.

I ran a workshop for my members. My AI wrote the rules. Rule one: silence is work. Don't fill quiet writing time with teaching. How specific can you get? I just did what it said. Went on mute and did the exercise myself. Set the exercise. Go on mute. Do it with them.

He tells people AI made him a sharper thinker. He has not finished a thought unassisted since autumn. He is very confident about this. He checked.

A friend asked him a plain question at lunch. What do you reckon. He reached for his phone. The friend said, no, you, what do YOU reckon. There was a pause at that table you could have parked a car in.