An Honest Struggle for the Perfect Life
When I was a kid, my material possessions brought me a lot of comfort. In fact, the closer I kept them, the better. So, everything special to me got to live in my bed. Or, it lived on the floor right next to my bed, where I could easily reach it.
You want to do something, but you can’t bring yourself to face the frozen wind blowing tiny ninja stars into your eyes.
The day I’m writing this, I was up before the sun. WAY before. I jumped out of bed at 4:30 am, went for a run, and completed a strength training workout before walking the dog and starting my workday.
If you’ve followed this blog for any amount of time, you know that I have a tendency to make big, impulsive decisions without always stopping to think of the possible consequences. The benefit of this is that when I let my passion lead without pausing to let my fear stop me, more often than not, good things happen. But it also means that when bad things happen, they can be disastrous.
When I feel overwhelmed, I imagine myself as a bricklayer. I try not to picture the finished project or every painstaking step it will take to get there. Imagining that kind of immense scale will give you vertigo.
I recently learned about a study that tested the best way to become proficient at a task. They did this by looking at how two groups of people learned to make clay pots. In one corner you have the ‘studiers’ who were asked to spend the majority of their allotted time researching best practices, new techniques, etc. In the other corner you have the ‘doers’ who were asked to spend their entire allotted time making pots and learning on the go.
I’ve been stressed out lately. And if you read my last article, you probably know why. But, as I’ve mentioned before, when I’m at my best I can create a stunning symphony of productivity and efficiency.
Planning a wedding is the worst thing you can do with your time...unless you’re a planner and getting paid for it. When you get engaged, everyone who is already married will try to warn you about this. LISTEN TO THEM. (I’m sorry I didn’t listen Megan). Weddings are so incredibly frustrating, and once you place the first deposit, it feels too damn late to turn back.
My dad has never been shy about sharing his opinions (there’s no question where I get it from). And multitasking is a subject he feels very strongly about. If I had a nickel for every time he (without prompt) said, “there’s no such thing as multitasking, there is only doing multiple things badly,” I would make Warren Buffet quake with the sheer magnitude of my wealth.
