Productivity Isn’t Your Friend.
I tried it once upon a life, and I can honestly say I prefer the crayfish
I tried it. I set an alarm, and it went off at 5 am as per our electronic agreement. I’m in the gym by 6.30 am, followed by a quick and healthy breakfast, and at my desk by 8 am. All this was achieved through waves of nausea and a sense of fiveboding about the state of my energy levels after lunch.
Fiveboding is one level worse than foreboding.
This getting up and being at my desk at 8 am is out of character for yours truly; I’ve dabbled before, but now it’s January 2018, and I’m having a ‘new year, new me’ crisis. This is spurred on by the fact I’m underachieving in a way not just relative to everyone else but also relative to everyone else’s relatives.
Have another run-up at that sentence if you’re struggling. I’ve read it three times, and I’m sure it makes sense.
In January 2018, I threw my default setting, ‘skepticism,’ out the window for a few months and leaned into the somewhat farcical belief that I am, above all else, ‘ready for the day.’
I’m about as ‘ready for the day’ as the average dictator invading Russia. Sure… it’ll start well. Still, I’ll get bogged down the further I go and eventually hit my chronological Stalingrad, not get…
