35,000 Feet Over the Gulf of Mexico
Sitting in the office at 2 a.m. about this time last year I asked myself: where would you rather be? We were in the middle of the sale of a one of the largest small arms manufactures in the world. The deal was in final docs, which meant we were drawing up contracts between the company’s current owners and a syndicate of investors, thus I had to play paralegal. For the past six hours I had been taking our General Counsel’s hand written edits and implementing them line by line on my computer. It had to be done perfectly so each page took anywhere from 10 to 15 minutes, and there were over 50 pages of legalese to be dealt with.
Sitting in my cubicle I couldn’t help but reminisce on where I had been one year prior. It was my second year in college, and I was studying abroad in London. London was more a home base that I used as a jumping off point to access the continent. I met a group of international students: Bastien from France, Tito from Colombia, and Jarred from Colorado Springs. Every Wednesday we went to Heathrow and got a cheap flight to somewhere else in Europe: Paris, Barcelona, Amsterdam, Nice, Prague, Berlin, Budapest, Stockholm, Venice, Florence… It was incredible, the most fun I had in college, probably the best four months of my life to that point.
How could so much have changed in one year? There I sat, blurry eye exhausted, trying to make out whether the word to be inserted was “indemnify” or “indentify”. Life had become pathetic. I would drag myself out of bed at 5:30 and head to the gym. At the office by 8, to spend a few hours poking around the internet (NYTimes, WSJ, Facebook). Then proceed to look busy until I was given some pointless busy work. Sometimes this would mean staying in the office until the wee hours of the morning, others it just meant I would just miss The Real World/Road Rules Challenge. Whenever I got to bed at night I dreaded the beeping of my Blackberry alarm clock come 5:30 a.m.
Where would you rather be? What would you rather do? What does the ideal life look like? I am an entrepreneur, an adventurer, and a dreamer. I want to travel. I want to live adventure to adventure. I want to build businesses. Most importantly I want to be excited to wake up in the morning. It’s not that I don’t want to work. In fact, I never want to stop working, but I never ever want to have a “job”.
One year later, today that is, I am flying to Miami to hang out with Bastien and Tito. It may be the last time that I get to see them for sometime. Bastien is going to work for a large international investment bank (bueno suerte!), Tito is going into his father’s energy business, and I am…Living my dream.