I'm sitting at my table. Tea mug next to me, its mossy-colored liquid rippling and sending its tea bag on mini waves to the beat of my laptop typing. Mr. Tea looks on. He's got his classic mean grill going. But he's just serious. And seriously misunderstood.
I'm glad he's here, because so far, the weirdest thing about working "for myself" is the silence.
Instead of the buzz of meetings breaking, colleagues on the phone, papers being spit out by the local printer, this is what I hear from my kitchen table:
- My typing, which sounds louder than ever, without tons of other competing sounds
- The planes flying overhead
- The above ground subway in the distance, especially when there is honking involved
- Birds chirping
- Children laughing as they get pushed in strollers
- A car's bass as it drives by with the windows open and music pounding
- My refrigerator motor starting up after settling down for a bit
Ok, that last one made me feel a little crazy for noticing.
I know that it won't always be this quiet - I have a bunch of meetings this week and will only get busier and busier with people. And re-reading the list, I'm realizing that it's not really that quiet. It's just that I'm not talking. Ha!
With that said typed, I'm going to be conducting a number of interviews to talk to people about what Swirl should be doing and aiming for in its next decade of work. If you'd like to break up this staring contest between me and Mr. Tea, let me know now! Would love for you to be a thought partner!