Squatting

I’ve been co-working today. Which, in yesterday’s language, means squatting in someone else’s office. Drinking their coffee. Using their free WiFi. Taking up desk space. Making the place look untidy. And not only did i sit in their space, i used it to deliver a Hangout to another client. Who, themselves, were sat in a wide array of offices through around fifteen locations. Indeed, when push came to shove, i was hard pressed to figure out who was where, how they were related to whom, and who was paying for all the electricity we were consuming.

Welcome to the Social Age. When the ‘office‘ is a notion and ‘community’ is wherever the conversation takes us.

Of course, squatting isn’t just about the colonisation of space: it’s about the permeation of ideas, energy and enthusiasm. By immersing yourself in someone else’s culture, you confront your own. As your perspective changes, you see things differently. When culture is created in the moment, through every action that we take, it’s the actions that we take that count.

I’d recommend it: try out someone else’s space. And see if it’s just the scenery that changes.