Yesterday, I woke up and went to work. For me, work is wherever I’d like to bring my laptop and sketchbook that day. Quite often, just like this day, it was the library’s Central branch. I arrived at 8:58 and expected to look like the biggest book worm in London, sitting alone, waiting for when I was allowed to go in. As I rounded the corner in Citi Plaza, I’m sure my eyes popped out of my head. There was a huge sea of people waiting for the doors to open. I had no idea that there were this many people excited about going to the library.
But what were they in a rush to go do frantically in there?
As I sit here now, just as I did yesterday, I am looking around. There are people writing in notebooks; people on their computers; people reading magazines and newspapers; people perusing the shelves for the perfect book to hunker down with. Nobody is in a huff now that they’re in. It struck me:
They were in a rush to have a good morning.
They are in a rush to be in an environment where relaxation and enjoyment is the key to productivity.
Man, I love London.
