A while back I did something I should have done a long time before. My wife and I make it a habit to tell each other “I love you” many times a day. Every once in a while she would come back with “why do you love me?”. And I would either say “just because” or stumble for some brilliant or romantic response, usually without much success. I’m a designer, after all, not a writer. So on the occasion of our 25th anniversary, I made a giant poster/card for her listing the top 25 reasons why I loved her. In retrospect, one of my better presents. In honor of that, and to celebrate the 25th anniversary of Disciple Design, here are the 25 reasons I love design:
1. It beats working for a living
2. I get to learn about all kinds of new cool stuff before anybody else
3. I get to meet famous people like athletes and celebrities and act cool about it
4. I get to draw all day and somebody (usually) pays me for it
5. Doing work for non-profits keeps my perspective in perspective
6. How cool is it to see a logo you designed on SportsCenter?
7. How cool is it to see a logo you designed on license plates all over the city?
8. How cool is it to see a name and logo you dreamed up on backpacks all over the world?
9. I was Apple before Apple was cool
10. No ties
11. Or dress pants
12. Or dress shirts (unless I want to)
13. Did I mention flip flops?
14. Working with great photographers & videographers on location all over the world
15. Almost every day is something new and different and challenging
16. It keeps me young and hip (at least I like to think so)
17. I’m constantly learning new things from clients I work with
18. It makes me keep up with the latest technology (you know, old dog, new tricks…)
19. In what other job does doing something like going looking for cool props constitute work?
20. Working with a really great writer who “gets it”
21. Working with a really great client who “gets it”
22. The rush I get when the “big idea” hits you
23. The struggle to get that “big idea”
24. Breaking rules is part of the job description
25. My parents still don’t understand what I do for a living