formatting

_sass/custom/custom.scss

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 p {
-    line-height: 2rem
+  line-height: 2rem;
 }
 
-h1, h2, h3 {
-    font-weight: 700;
+h1,
+h2,
+h3 {
+  font-weight: 700;
 }
 
 img {
-    width: 100% !important;
-    height: auto;
+  width: 100% !important;
+  height: auto;
 }
 
 figure.small img {
-    width: auto !important;
+  width: auto !important;
 }
 
 figure.small {
-    text-align: center;
+  text-align: center;
 }
 figcaption {
-    font-style: italic;
-    font-size: 12px;
+  font-style: italic;
+  text-align: center;
+  font-size: 12px;
 }
 nav a {
-    color: white;
+  color: white;
 }
 
 a {
-    text-decoration: none !important;
+  text-decoration: none !important;
 }
 a:hover {
-    text-decoration: underline !important;
-}
+  text-decoration: underline !important;
+}

index.md

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 I've often been obsessed with my sixty year-old self. What will I look back on and regret doing, or more importantly, _not_ doing? Did I sail the world? Did I really give up everything, all the momentum in my career, friendships, mortgages, and go get blasted with salt for years on end? Did I learn I get violently seasick and quit after a month? Or did I never take a big jump that I can be proud of?
 
-For the time being, I've made at least one drastic change that I'm confident 60 year old me is happily looking back on right now (time, after all, is a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff). I quit my job! A job I had a lot of love for, with people that were incredible, that made money I was quite proud of. Why did I do it? Mostly manic anxiety about not living up to my potential, but also because I knew I needed to take a big risk in my life before it was too late. Something to hang my hat on once my knees finally gave out and my hairline ran away.
+For the fist time, I'm confident at this moment 60 year old me is happily looking back (time, after all, is a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff). I quit my job! A job I had a lot of love for, with people that were incredible, that made money I was quite proud of. Why did I do it? Mostly manic anxiety about not living up to my potential, but also because I knew I needed to take a big risk in my life before it was too late. Something to hang my hat on once my knees finally gave out and my hairline ran away.
 
-Even more concerning to some people, I did so with no idea about what I wanted to build, no revenue, and no customers. Exciting, isn't it? I think so too. I kind of hate the current hustle culture of audience building, twitter slams, and whatnot, but I do still love writing. I've always enjoyed being able to express myself in a format outside of my head, so this isn't my attempt at building a substack that pulls in $5/mo, but to document my attempts at building something I love, and sharing some of the cool learnings along the way. Grammar be damned, I'll at least get some thoughts out there.
+Even more concerning to some people, I did so with no idea about what I wanted to build, no revenue, and no customers. Exciting, isn't it? I think so too.
 
-![Small white office with a desk and monitor](./office.jpeg)
+I kind of hate the current hustle culture of audience building, twitter slams, and whatnot, but I do still love writing. I've always enjoyed being able to express myself in a format outside of my head, so this isn't my attempt at building a substack that pulls in $5/mo, but to document my attempts at building something I love, and sharing some of the cool learnings along the way. Grammar be damned, I'll at least get some thoughts out there.
+
+<figure>
+<img src="./office.jpeg" />
+<figcaption>My small home away from home</figcaption>
+</figure>
 
 To begin, I've leased a 60 ft<sup>2</sup> (5 1/2 m<sup>2</sup>) windowless co-working space to trap myself in 8 hours a day and try some cool shit. See ya soon.