Happy Workday to Me!
According to my birth certificate and the posts on my Facebook wall, I had a birthday recently. If you didn’t wish me a happy birthday, please don’t feel one iota of guilt. If it was my birthday and we were in the same room, I still wouldn’t tell you. I don’t like to impose.
Call it counterintuitive, call it the freelancer’s curse, call it whatever - but I work on my birthday. Ever since I was old enough to work, I’ve worked on my birthday.
It’s a part of me.
I do it because I feel like I owe that day to myself to work extra hard and have something to show for it. And what better way to spend it than doing something that will further my entrepreneurial mind (or at least get some bills paid).
It’s my gift to me.
People give strange looks when I explain the sheer empowerment that I feel by working on my birthday, and the joy I get at the end of that day when I sit down and eat my cake. Because, when I look back, it’s harder to see the last 3X years of my life than it is it to see the present day and the things I’ve accomplished in the previous 8, 10, 12 or 14 hours.
Of course, I try to look back on every day this way, but it takes on a special meaning during my birthday. I am fortunate to come from a family of entrepreneurs and workaholics. Fortunately those genes didn’t skip this generation.
So, happy belated workday to me.