When I was a kid my dad would bring me to the lab (he’s an organic chemist) late at night. I would draw on the whiteboard for a while and eventually push the conference room chairs together so I could lay on them and sleep.
The office was always empty at that hour . . . all lights off except the little corner where my dad was working.
Me: “Why are we here this late?”
Dad: “Daddy has to work.”
Me: “No one else is working.”
Dad: “No one in the company cares as much as I do.”
25 years later, I find myself in my office space working nights til 3:00am. It’s quiet . . . not a soul in site. Lights off except my little corner. Inn-N-Out as fuel.
I get it now. This is what happens when you love what you do.