Over the past twelve months I have been freelancer, hourly employee, salaried employee, and member of the largest employee-owned advertising agency in the United States of America. The adventure continues today, and it feels fitting on this Fourth of July to say a few words about independence.
The second lap of the race was killing me. Every fiber of my being was on fire, oxygen wouldn’t come fast enough, and I was easily distracted by the crowd. But there it was, sitting on the ground and demanding that I redouble my efforts. I put one foot in front of the other, straining to reach the starting line one more time.
10:00 PM. Today has been a full day of writing code, having meetings, and thanking the well-wishers who stopped by to say hello. This is what my mom would call a “grown-up” birthday, and it made me wonder where celebration and comfort fit in a culturally-acceptable view of everyday life.
Sometimes I forget that there are people who don’t spend all day staring at screens. While that may seem like an oddity nowadays, you don’t have to go back in time very far to find that it was once the rule, not the exception.
You know those movies where the main character is stuck in a time loop, the woman checks out the noise, and the guy walks into the dark hallway? Those stories suck.
Find something cool or fun to say next Friday when nothing else is going on, and you will break through. Excellent advice from Gary Vee, as always.
Piano players, armies, and frustrated artisans. We all march to the beat of a steady drum.
Independence Day, Snapple Peach Tea, Term Limits, sunset obsession, and being grateful through hard work.
“Let me say it again: you must not come lightly to the blank page.” — Stephen King, On Writing