My desk. I hate it. More specifically, I hate my office. Don’t get me wrong, I love everything my office represents. The building contains my team. My office is nicely decorated. I have lovely artwork, a comfortable chair, a nice big monitor, and plenty more. I still hate it.
I never figured it out until this morning. When I started my company back in 2006, I lived in coffee shops and I got a lot of crap done. I mean… a lot. I was a beast. However, over the last few years as I have increasingly become more of a manager (sitting at a desk), my productivity has stalled and the business seems like it is stagnant.
I’m not creating.
I’m not dreaming.
I’m not feeling like myself.
Therefore, I decided to pick up my bags and leave today. I’m writing this post at a coffee shop right and it feels good – really good. I’m actually getting crap done rather than just pushing paper.