I Tried to Automate My Life with AI: False Hope, Letting Go, and a Little Bit of Magic
I spent weeks setting up AI to handle the repetitive stuff. Some of it worked. Some of it spectacularly didn't. Here's what actually stuck.

I got excited. That's the honest place to start. I'd read enough case studies, watched enough YouTube walkthroughs, to convince myself that if I just spent two focused weekends setting things up, I'd emerge on the other side with a life that practically ran itself. Spoiler: it did not run itself.
The plan was ambitious, as plans always are when you're still in the planning phase. I wanted to automate my inbox triage, my weekly report summaries, my reading list curation, and — why not — my morning schedule. I had the tools, I had the enthusiasm, I had a folder of bookmarked tutorials. What I didn't have was a realistic idea of how much effort automation actually requires before it saves you any.
Week one was mostly setup — and mostly frustrating. Connecting APIs, debugging webhook errors, discovering that the free tier of one tool didn't support the feature I needed. I kept telling myself this was the investment phase. You spend time now so you save time later. A perfectly reasonable argument that I used to justify about twenty hours of tinkering that produced, approximately, a working email filter and a summary bot that hallucinated 30% of the facts.
The false hope hit hardest with the 'AI chief of staff' concept. I'd read that some people were using AI to manage their calendars, draft replies, and synthesise their daily priorities. I wanted that. What I built was a fragile sequence of automations that broke every time any of the connected apps updated their interface. I spent more time maintaining the system than I would have spent doing the tasks manually.
At some point — I don't remember exactly when — I stopped fighting it. Not dramatically, not with any conclusions. I just quietly dropped the automations that had become chores, kept the ones that felt effortless, and moved on. The letting go was less cathartic than I expected. It was more like putting down a bag you'd forgotten you were still carrying.
What stayed: a single AI writing assistant I use for first drafts, a news aggregator that surfaces articles by topic, and a template system for recurring documents. Three things out of maybe fifteen I'd tried. A 20% hit rate, generously.
Here's the magic part, though — and I don't mean that ironically. The writing assistant changed something for me. Not because it writes for me (it doesn't, really — my voice doesn't survive its first draft), but because it removed the blank-page terror. I open a document, type a rough prompt of what I'm trying to say, and let it generate a mess I can react against. Reacting is so much easier than initiating. That small shift, in my actual daily experience, was worth more than all the failed automations combined.
Tinkerer in financial economics, serial entrepreneur, and professional stumbler. 99% failures, 1% still here.

