Sometimes I wonder what drum everyone else is listening to? It seems like I am always listening to a different one than the rest of the world.
Like for example, today is Christmas Eve, I am at my office excited to catch up on my work that has been nagging me to get done. Of course I put the roast and turkey in the oven before I came here. I decided to cook both since half my family wanted roast and the other turkey. I have already done my shopping, put laundry in, and will be leaving in time to put on an elaborate meal for the family. So I walk into the empty office building that many other businesses rent out and my heart sings. I see my green couch that just invited me to work and I am happy. I relish the time to be able to focus for a few hours with no interruptions.
No one else is here. In fact most of the time I come to the office no one else is here. I work strange hours—Saturday mornings, after five during the week, and sometimes I make it here before seven in the morning. I know for a fact that most of the people in the building don’t even know who rents my space. They have never seen me. I rarely see any of them. I keep getting people wanting to rent my office. Nope, never. This is my refuge. This is my place to focus even if I show up and work here when no one else is working.
Sometimes I wonder where everyone else is. What are they doing that I seem to be missing out on? Then I have to sigh and smile to myself. I teach other misfits to grow their business on their terms and seriously that is what I am doing. I play with my kids in the middle of the work day. I workout during the middle of the work day and then I work when everyone else is playing. Does it really matter? Well, yes it matters. I am glad that I live and work this way. I am glad that I have the freedom to do it in the rhythm that works for me and I hope to help many others to have this freedom, because even though sometimes I feel out of touch with others’ drum beats, I just love dancing to my own drum beat too much.