
A Jamaican co-worker, whom I'll call Fritz, told he could complete an entire business plan just sitting under a palm tree. "There is no need for me to have a fancy office. I can work under a palm tree." Fritz was simply passionate about his career. He was able to harvest herbs of various types and create teas. After bagging and labeling, Fritz would sell his products to the local markets.
Interestingly enough, Fritz did have a lavish office in mid-town Manhattan. One appointed in fine furniture and creative artwork. As well as an ever present bottle of "Ting" grapefruit soda. He was always aware of his work ethic and not the material results.
Once, I had an idea, but was miles away from my office cubicle or MacBook Pro. At the next available opportunity, I pulled to the side of the road and began writing a business plan. I usually have a blue legal pad in the car. Then I heard the voice of Fritz. It was like a quiet memory, but loud enough to be audible. "I can work under a palm tree." There I was in my Jetta writing guidelines for my next plan of action. I had discovered my "palm tree." The feeling of joy was welcomed.
(c) 2008 Aquarian Dream Ink

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I need to find my Palm Tree
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