I balance my laptop and notebook in one arm and a to-go coffee tray in the other as I booty bump the office door open. Myra’s already there, and she’s on a call. She looks up from behind her computer and smiles. I unload my stuff onto my desk and put her hot cocoa on her’s. She mouths “thank you” before diving back into a coaching call. Gotta hand it to the girl, ever since Sofia started pre-school, she’s always the first in the office.
The bags under my eyes are the evidence that I’m still spending my nights battling a sleepless infant. Not a day goes by that Myra doesn’t remind me of the days I swore this would never be me. Best laid plans, she jokes. I shrug it off. I always knew deep down we’d have a family some day. I just needed to be ready.
The rest of the Bliss team arrives and we start the day with a meeting. Big ideas and productivity, just the way we like it.
When the workday ends, Myra and I hit the gym together before picking our sushi order up on the way home. I relieve the nanny, collect the little one and Bailey, and we walk over to the Aslam’s. Jonathan’s away on a recruiting trip. He’ll facetime soon to say goodnight to the little one.
Kobi and Bailey run around like maniacs in the backyard while Sofia plays on the floor with the little one. We grown ups enjoy a smorgasbord of sushi while swapping hilarious stories about our clumsy first year in business.
Buying houses on the same street was the best idea we’ve ever had. Working our asses off those first few years really paid off, and we couldn’t have designed better lives for ourselves.
And to think…it all came from just one little idea.
If you had to paint your future, what would it look like?
I always secretly loved it when teachers would assign for us to describe where we’d be in five or ten years. It was like getting a free license to dream. My favorite activity.
Doing it now, though, when reality sits heavier on our shoulders, is a bit hard. And I don’t think we all give ourselves enough permission to dream about our futures. We sit stale behind desks and zombie walk home, desperate for a bed and the start of a new day.
But if you take some time to dream, you just might find a way to make it a reality.
Myra and I talk about the future of Bliss Creative often. Often. Daily even. And while some of it is real, actual planning, sometimes we allow ourselves to dream.
For those of you who don’t know, Myra lives in Amsterdam. We met virtually many years ago through blogging, we launched a company together in June. And we’ve never actually met. But that doesn’t stop me from seeing our future, this future.
And I don’t have a single doubt that we’ll make it our reality some day.
What does your future look like?