My Whiteboard is A Portal to My Heart
In my office there sits a whiteboard.
Not just any whiteboard, mind you. This whiteboard is my dream whiteboard. For years, I satiated myself with small crappy whiteboards. The cardboard backed pieces of shit you might find lying in the garbage after someone clears out their dorm room freshman year.
I would jot down this or that on my whiteboard.
I would try to make to-do-lists I could never finish.
Sometimes I would write out complex technical plans that would be transferred to a OneNote.
All work this or work that.
Until one day my sister came over and in the corner of my whiteboard there sat a little smiling stick figure with an ultra-realistic pile of poop sitting on the top of his noggin' with the inscription:
Hello Poop-Head
From then on, the spell of work was broken. Family would leave notes or drawings when they watched my house or came for a movie night or event whenever they thought I was not paying attention.
The philosophical point to this story is leave a blank canvas for those in your life and you may be surprised when it becomes filled.