Each year in Summer, a floating bar and restaurant appears on the Yarra River in Melbourne. It’s bright white with marquees, lots of palm trees. I’ve never been there but it always looks like a lovely place to spend a relaxed Sunday afternoon.
I recently walked past this part of the river and noticed that the restaurant was under construction. No doubt hopeful of a less COVID restricted Melbourne Summer.
As I passed, something surprised me.
I hadn't realised that under all those flowers, white-cloth-freshness and the funky ambiance was just a bunch of drab old shipping containers and some clever carpentry.
👉 What really matters is the outcome even though sometimes getting this is just a bit ugly.
When have you had a good outcome but the path getting there wasn’t pretty?