“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
― Lewis Carroll
I used to do a very silly thing for several years. I believe it came from naivety mixed with a solid dose of ignorance. That silly thing was trying to teach.
I “came of (blogging) age” during an era of group think amongst bloggers where anyone would tell anyone who would listen how to lead a better, bigger, more interesting, life in a series of way. There were, and are, self-help-bloggers, how-to-become-an-entrepreneur-bloggers and my personal favorite: how-t0-become-blogger-bloggers. And I have been guilty of it all #shame.
I’m deeply repentent for my transgressions and now I must live with the consequences, which include people emailing me almost daily to ask how to escape the 9 to 5, how to start their own business, or how to do a variety of things that I at some point touched upon in this blog. The problem is I have no idea what to tell them.
I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know how Zirtual got to the size it is. If I had it to do over, I doubt I could retrace my steps over the last 2 years. I know I wanted something, fuzzy, and it got clearer as I progressed. I know it was very hard and I made (and make) a lot of mistakes. I know that we haven’t even scratched the surface of what we will do—but how do I know? I’m not sure.
I also know that I know very little and the amount of stuff I have yet to know both excites and exhausts me. But I do know one thing, be wary of people who try to teach by words versus actions. They’re normally not bad, just misinformed—like I was—but sometimes… they are very bad.
Before I headed off to NYC (for the month of September) I was going to change the name of this blog. Because I realized that “Escaping the 9 to 5” is not only cliched but it’s not really relevant anymore. I did escape having to get a 9 to 5, and instead I now have a 9 to 9, seven days a week—and I couldn’t be happier.
I thought working four hours a week would make me happy, instead I found out that work 70 hours a week doing something I love brings true joy.
Our whole team operates with a work ethic that most people would call “mad” but when you think about it, why shouldn’t we be? We may be mad, but we’re madly in love with what we do, with the people we help and with the jobs we are creating.
And I, for one, couldn’t be happier. Madness sometimes is bliss.