As I sit drinking my beer at 3pm… I ask myself if I’m being an escapist or if I’m doing something good for my business?
Maybe I’m just putting up this post so that I can write off my beer as research? Maybe.
The truth is… I think better when I’m relaxed and enjoying life. It’s not that far-fetched.
However, the Puritan work ethic tells me that I lack drive or competitive instinct or something else equally damnable out of the hellbook of Lutheran-Darwinian rigidity.
Whenever I go have coffee with colleagues or happy hour with my woman… we always co-create ideas that end up helping my business.
The hour I spend over a beer saves me hours I’d spend otherwise laboring under the illusion that I can see all of my blind spots. I can’t. I need collaboration. I need other people… and no, an office-based meeting around a white board doesn’t always cut it. Sometimes you need to get out and forget about the mantle of expectations.
It’s not important to go to a happy hour of drinking, per se. It is important to convene with yourself for an hour of happiness.
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