By June 2026, I couldn’t open an app without being told I was falling behind. My Instagram saves were full of designers building agents over a weekend. LinkedIn was a steady stream of people who had “shipped it with Cursor.” And the job listings I was tailoring my resume to kept asking for things like evals, MCP, AI prototyping and Claude Code: words I half recognized and could not have explained in an interview.Source: Image by the author. My feed → what I did (yes my Muse is named Blob, and yes it thinks Claude is female)I could feel myself staring down a fork. Down one path was a designer I’d been before at times: only integrating new ways of working if my boss told me to do it, dreading every new tool launch, complaining about having to adapt and quietly missing the good old days. Down the other was someone who got excited about what was coming and went looking for it before...