Not starving for time
One of the habits I’ve come to notice about myself is that I overestimate the amount of time it will take to do a certain thing. This impacts my life in multiple ways, both positive and negative.
- I usually get things done on time, with higher quality results.
- I’m usually on time.
- I avoid getting stressed out by not doing things on time. I usually get enough sleep and food.
- I don’t stretch myself to achieve more within the same amount of time.
- I let slide things that are important to me, like meeting friends or keeping in touch with family, but can technically wait longer than work-related tasks.
- I feel under-accomplished.
We all have 24 hours a day, yet I’ve always felt that I should be doing more with my time. Maybe some of this is frustration with the fact that mundane tasks like sleeping, preparing and eating food, traveling to and from places, doing laundry, and maintaining my appearance, take so much time. I’d like to think that I’ve gotten these tasks down to a reasonable level of efficiency: I cook in batches, I listen to podcasts while on the bus, I do laundry as rarely as possible without being gross, and my makeup routine is pretty basic.
Really, the only way to spend less time on these things is to spend more money, which is not something I want to do right now. I could pay for ready-to-eat food, laundry service, Uber instead of public transportation, and I guess, do my makeup in the Uber. (I’ve tried doing this on public transportation, but it rarely goes well.)
But how would I fill up my remaining ~14 hours per day? With my current mindset, I would probably fill it up with Netflix reruns because “I don’t have enough time to get anything done anyway.” (Yes, would. This is all hypothetical. Shut up.)
So it’s probably just a rationalization: I have a solid excuse to remain unaccomplished if I tell myself that I just don’t have the time.
My goal is to get away from thinking that I’m starving for time, and try to fit in more into the time I have. I’ll probably feel stretched and like I’m not doing well enough. That’s the perfectionist in me (that started dying out when I reached high school but is somehow still clinging on). But I think it’s definitely worth trying to see what I can do.