I made a last-minute decision to fly back to Amsterdam the other week, I’m incredibly busy at the moment and we needed to fix some things.
It’s weird, but I like moments where things go wrong.
It’s the part where everyone comes to getter, and you are forced to work on a solution, forced to make decisions. I’m super focussed in moments like this, nothing else matters.
Being busy seems to be a bad thing lately. I don’t get that. The journey of working hard to achieve something gives me great pleasure.
The busy person has a bias for action, the ability to ship, and a willingness to contribute more than is required.
And if you are willing to do more, it doesn’t mean you can’t be quite. In the end, I believe work should feel like play. Then you are able to stop sacrificing today for an imaginary tomorrow.
It’s not easy, that’s why I do more.