07/24/2025
Smarter or Slipping? My Brain on AI (and Why I’m Still the Brains of the Operation)
So let me tell y’all something that had me laughing out loud the other day—but also got me thinking deep. Ever since I started using AI on the regular, I’ve been thriving. Like, next-level productive. Pulling stats, summarizing documents, drafting ideas, organizing my thoughts—it’s like having an over-caffeinated intern who never sleeps.
But here’s the funny part: while I’m out here leading with brilliance, guiding AI with my years of experience, my hard-earned wisdom, and my earned not given glow-up knowledge… I’ve also noticed something weird creeping in:
I low-key don’t be spelling stuff right anymore.
Listen, I know how to spell “pertinent.” I know sentence structure. I do read documents front to back when it matters. But lately I’ve caught myself typing like a raccoon on a keyboard because I know AI got my back. She gon’ fix it. That’s her job.
And when it comes to digging into research or reading full reports? Whew. Let’s just say I used to get a gold star for reading every footnote and appendix. Now? I catch myself saying, “Hey, can you skim this and just tell me what’s worth knowing?”
BUT—and this is a big ol’ Beyoncé-sized BUT—don’t get it twisted.
AI isn’t running the show. I am.
Every question I ask, every document I analyze, every strategy I build—that’s me, rooted in my lived experience, my sharp instincts, and my years of doing the work the long way first. AI just makes the process faster, cleaner, more polished. Like me handing over blueprints and saying, “Okay, now build this how I envisioned it.”
I’m not letting tech think for me—I’m training it to think with me.
And that’s the magic: the brilliance still starts with me. My hustle. My questions. My creativity. My fire. AI just helps me execute at the speed of my ambition.
So yeah, I may need to brush up on spelling “accommodate” again without the red squiggle, and yes, sometimes I type like autocorrect lives in my house rent-free—but that’s not because I’m getting dumber. It’s because I’m working smarter… while still keeping the genius in the driver’s seat.
Moral of the story? If you see a misplaced comma or a typo in my draft, don’t worry. That’s just me letting the intern clock out early. The boss (me) still knows exactly what’s going on.
