Last week my team moved into our new office space and I provided a number of images and even a few videos. I particularly like the original wood floors which are marred and beat up after years of use. It shows character and if it could speak I’m sure we’d hear some very fascinating stories.
This isn’t my first startup and it won’t likely be my last but it is the first time where I’m moving into an office space with my best friends that we can seriously call our own. There’s something categorically different about that than the previous “move in days” and I couldn’t be more happy with who I’ve chosen to spend a significant portion of my life with.
But perhaps the sweetest part of this is the fact that it was my choice.
What I mean by this is that I chose and continue to choose to work with these great men and they aren’t guys that I just got stuck with because I was hired into an existing community (like many of us have experienced or are experiencing now).
Perhaps it’s even better to say that we chose to work together. We all took a hard look at all of our collective and individual options and at the end of the day we thought:
These people are the very best choice to do some of my greatest work.
What a shame that for most of my life I have chosen poorly in this department, either by choice or because I had no other option – what’s sad is that I did have the option but I believed that I didn’t.
The people you work with are the people who will see you do your greatest work or will witness you waste your life away into oblivion or perhaps even worse, mediocrity.
If that makes you feel uneasy then it should. Do these people deserve to be a part of your greatest work? Or is it sad and perhaps slightly embarrassing that they have front-row seats to your daily grind and dissatisfaction?
“Move in day” happens in the heart first.