I’m feeling sad after the loss of my soul dog. It’s bringing up feelings of past loss. Looking for books (can be fiction or non-fiction) that incorporate the themes of acceptance around life’s suffering, loss, grief, and hope.
For context I’m really upset about what’s happening with LeadPages (a landing page tool I’ve used in my business for over a decade).
They’ve suddenly moved from a drag and drop webpage builder to a prompt-first slop fest that’s taken all of the creativity out of designing landing and opt in pages.
I know why they are doing this. It’s because it requires users to use tokens that they’ll inevitably run out of and need to purchase more of.
The setup then becomes “spend more money for AI to do this for you”
They do have templates but they all look the same. You can tell it’s all AI generated. It feels soulless, devoid of any human creativity.
I don’t want to talk to a prompt box to do things in my business. I want to do them. And I feel like I’m the minority in this. I want to take the time to know and understand how things work for the business I run. Not simply generate something in 5 seconds that I have little control over and won’t be able to fix or tweak in the future without prompting more crap.
Why are people so quick to hand over all of this? Like the title says, I don’t want to talk to a chatbot, I want to do things myself.
I still can’t get over how lush and green it’s been here in this wetland area.
Pictured: Blue Jay, Male Cardinal, floofy Mourning Doves, Red Winged Blackbird, bonus: Geese parents and their Goslings