Sometime last week, I turned thirty. A few days before that, I woke up in a cold sweat having realized I’d no longer be in my twenties. With prolonged hyperventilation preventing my return to Slumbertown, I decided to explore the issue, you know, talk some sense into myself.
“Listen man, you did your twenties alright. You lived in some real cool places, met a whole bunch of kind people, finished school, started your design career and even set out on your own as a self employed independent web designer—your freakin’ dream come true. And listen man, you did all that stuff while working from a junior-sized wooden chair that you got for free from your soon-to-be mother-in-law. Think about it.”
“Mikey’s twenty something wooden work chair.”
It was true, all of it. The people. The stuff. The chair. I decided, right there in my bed, that looking back will do this man no good. If the twenties were that rad, the thirties will be even radder.
That next morning, I went Bobby Knight on my twenty-something wooden work chair, making room for a proper work throne, none other than the Herman Miller “Embody” chair—the one Gizmodo deemed “the best chair we’ve ever sat on.” Double true.
“Michael Shaun’s thirty something war pony.”
We spend a lot of time in our chairs, and I want to make the most of my time in-seat. I want to create the best possible work for my clients, and for myself. And upon my trusty new steed, I will have no excuses but to produce the best work that I possibly can, and that is what I aim to do.