Some days I think to myself, “Do I live in my car?” My husband says if we got stranded, we could live off of the Goldfish in the car for a month. For once, I have to say he’s right. (He might be writing down this day in his calendar to memorialize it.)
Madness is what we’ve come to believe is a sign of success. That being busy is great. But is it fulfilling?
After 20 years in news, you learn to work against a deadline. Always. The hustle is the greatest training of my life. Daily, you are faced with the question: How can I start a story at 10am and be sitting on the set with a can of hairspray perfectly in my hair, ready to banter by 4pm?
It’s called the “one stop shop.” I always pushed people to come together in one place to shoot each story. It gave me more time to write, and then rewrite. And frankly, it’s fascinating to watch people from different walks of life connect.
I want time back. It’s moving too fast. For me, The Slate is about that one stop shop. Bringing the best together to get it done – but better. When you can walk across the room to ask a quick question to a lawyer, a graphic designer, or even the CEO of a non-profit, you save time. You gain energy. You feel supported.
So when you get the email reminder that tomorrow you’re in charge of Teacher Appreciation Day, but you’re already late picking up kids, (who, by the way, won’t have food to eat when you get home, except the Goldfish in the car) at least you can grab a gift in our boutique and go. It’s the little wins, right?
Look, you can get coworking anywhere. That’s not what this is about. This is about creating a community. A curated one. A one stop shop where great people connect. Not behind a computer. But like it’s 1999.