b.t.w. I’m up at 5:45 am, at the gym by 6:00, and then at work by 9:00. In that 3 hours, I’ve worked out, walked the dogs, had a leisurely breakfast, had a leisurely shower and got dressed. All very relaxed with little to no time pressure. I find this routine sets me up for the rest of the day.
For a long time, I thought routines were the devil.
I’d say things like:
“You’ll never catch me getting up early!”
“I can’t believe she has her time so plotted out. What a freak.”
Or (worst of all)
“I don’t want to write every day- that feels like a job”
Then something funny happened — real life.
People are born and die and you are expected to be there. Family comes and goes. You commit to organizations, to friends, to your job, and all of a sudden, the once endless expanse of freedom and time is now saturated with obligations.
Sanity is restored in the margin because as it turns out, humans are not machines.
It doesn’t really matter when you find space in life, just that you find it. Without margin, work becomes meaningless — just and endless barrage of noise and colors and sound and URGENT(!).
(I can count on one finger the number of times I’ve received message labeled URGENT which was actually urgent)
Stay balanced. Life gets wilder than you expect, and there’s only one person who can contain the chaos:
Thanks, Paul, for giving me a chance to expand on this.