The future of work belongs to all of us, and we’re writing it every day.

It’s a meritocracy, not a popularity contest.

It’s not the property of workforce experts, industry leaders or political pundits. It’s not defined by research reports, statistics and projections. It cannot be constrained by time, distance, language or culture. It isn’t limited by arbitrary borders.

It doesn’t shift from a single blog post, or a widely shared op-ed. It isn’t measured by the actions of large companies or the amount of applause for keynote speakers.

It isn’t controlled by technologists, artists, organizations or governments.

Its ubiquitousness is its greatest power —
freedom, its greatest asset.

It belongs to parents who prize flexibility.

It belongs to women who seek equality.

It belongs to the startup founder who can hire anyone, anywhere.

It belongs to those with mental illness.

It belongs to the engineer in India seeking more competitive pay.

It belongs to the new graduate in the Deep South who can’t leave home.

It belongs to professionals with anxiety disorders.

It belongs to entrepreneurs who haven’t started yet.

It belongs to the digital nomad sharing their lifestyle blog.

It belongs to caregivers who shoulder great burdens.

It belongs to leaders with physical challenges.

It belongs to veteran workers in the next act of their careers.

It belongs to those in emerging markets and first world countries.

It belongs to project managers in Beijing, Johannesburg, Marrakech, Rio de Janeiro, Tallinn, and Ulaanbaatar.

It belongs to aspiring writers and those who are well published.

It belongs to unproven coders who studied online.

It belongs to a designer in a Patagonian village.

It belongs to teams upon which the sun never sets.

It belongs to workers who used to clock in and out every day.

It belongs to mentors and mentees.

It belongs to atheists and to those devout in their faiths.

It belongs to mathematicians, musicians and salespeople.

It belongs to those who battle diseases.

It belongs to policymakers and refugees.

It belongs to language learners and polyglots.

It belongs to teachers who embrace technology.

It belongs to the affluent and the disadvantaged.

It belongs to your children; to your nieces and nephews; to the kids down the street and those halfway across the world.

It belongs to me, at a coffee shop in the Middle East, or at my mom’s small table in western Pennsylvania.

It belongs to you,
in this moment, and in the years to come.

The future of work is transcendental. It is evolving along with us, and shaped by our collective efforts as its stewards.

This is an exciting time for us all. I hope you’ll join me in shepherding it forward.