I turn around. I thought I heard a sound behind me. There’s no one there. It reminds me that it’s probably just the echoes from the past. I’m walking, close to an elementary school, and I’m all alone. I have no idea what time it is. It seems that most people are sleeping. I can’t see a single light on in any of the houses that I’m walking past. I keep walking until I get behind the fence of the elementary school. I’m at the playground, watching the door, watching the three windows, and the fountain outside.
I can see myself as a kid. And, I’m thinking about what life used to be like, thirty years ago. I was walking the same steps as I am doing right now. My feet were so much smaller. My mind so different. But I’m still the same. I just didn’t know it back then. I’m looking through the window, and I see the chair I used to call mine. It’s in the left corner, behind the chair of a friend. I realize that I can’t remember his name. It’s thirty years ago, but I should be able to remember his name.
The reason I’m walking, and the reason I’m back at my old elementary school, is that I’ve been thinking about how great minds think, and how to create my best work possible, and how important it is to get high quality work done.
It used to be so hard.
I used to be locked inside a room all day, and asked to create and produce something brilliant. I felt like I was forced, and that people kept staring at me. They wouldn’t stop staring until I surrendered, or until I was saved by the bell.
Now, that I have started my own business, I keep testing ways to be more creative, and ways to be more productive, and walking to my old elementary school, is part research for a new novel, and part adding pieces of the past to the present and to the future.
I have always believed that work shouldn’t be forced, and not limited to time or place. In most cases, it’s not the hours that are important, but the results of what you’ve done. It wasn’t like that at the University, but it will be like that in my new business. My clients won’t care if I’m working late at night at the playground at an elementary school, wearing nothing but my pajamas or at my office, wearing a suit. Because, they’ll never know. I’m only going to reveal the results, and I’ll be sure that the results will put a smile on their faces.
Some of my best work has been created in a couch, while I have been watching TV, and using my MacBook Pro on an iLap. Some of my best work has been created while I’ve been walking for hours in a forest somewhere far away, while I have been listening to the sounds of nature, or a podcast.
While watching the chair that I used to call mine, I’m thinking about the future, and if there ever will be such a thing as the perfect work environment, or if I’ll just work wherever I feel like working, and whenever I feel like working?
I’m working at home, in a closet, I keep calling my office. I’m listening to music in headphones to keep my family from waking up, and to keep me from listening to their heavy breathing. This works great, but only for so long. I need to get outside, where motivation and inspiration always finds me. I’m using my iPhone and Evernote when it does, and I process everything when it’s time.