G is for Gratitude. 9 looks like a letter g. I couldn’t think of anything funny for 9. Ah, Sesame Street.
Back to work with a thump today. Yesterday was more of a peak round the corner at it, hoping it wasn’t there. It was, it still is.
Time to put into practice some essentialism. Something I do every January for about an hour. I tried this January. I’m resetting my calendar. Happy New Year!!! Mazel tov!!!
Essentialism – The disciplined pursuit of less by Greg McKeown. Have you ever found yourself struggling with information overload? Have you ever felt both overworked and underutilised? Do you ever feel busy but not productive? If you answered yes to any of these, the way out is to become an Essentialist.
Size large t-shirt please, (just the one, I’m a minimalist and I can’t pay, I’m not buying clothes right now.)
Not a perfect read, but a good start. But how to apply it without telling anyone your applying it. A piece of advice in the book is to act like a consultant while remaining an employee. Say no to all that isn’t essential. No to the thing that is not a priority.
Quote coming up – When did priority become priorities? How can multiple things be “most important?”
“The word priority came into the English language in the 1400s. It was singular. It meant the very first or prior thing. It stayed singular for the next five hundred years. Only in the 1900s did we pluralize the term and start talking about priorities. Illogically, we reasoned that by changing the word we could bend reality.” ~ Greg McKeown
So what essential priority do I have to do today.
Look after me (so I can look after other people and things). Then once I’ve done that, look after a thing as my priority. Ok, I’m a man, I cannot multitask. I can do one thing at a time and do it well. I have to add here that I have no basis for knowledge for how Women, Girls, the female of the species work. If you figure that out, kerching!£!£!£ and good luck to you.
So, today there was ’stuff’ to do. Meetings, plans, documents to edit, drawings to create. Not one other thing got any attention till it’s predecessor was complete, or as much as it could be today.
I’m lucky, there’s no reprioritisation today. Nothing to distract from that one thing. Time loss for reprioritisation is a time stealing gremlin who makes you slow and speed like an F1 driver. The amount of time and energy take for reprioritisation is shocking. Not to mention the quality drop as you multitask badly.
I took a lunch break, went for a 1/2 hour run on the hotel treadmill. Headphones in listening to an audiobook while I plod along. It’s chucking it down outside. No frolicking on the forest trails today. There are 5 massive flat-screen televisions at the front of the gym. All facing the sweatysomethings fighting the flab, myself included. A news channel, loose women (on tv), antiques roadshow; what the actual fuck is that doing on in a gym, something else and a central stats screen showing the stats for ’DiffDave85’ ’DrCool’, ’wendy’ and a few others. All battling it out for a higher percentage or some such goal. Oh to be frolicking on the forest trails. I hate treadmills. I’m having something healthy for tea, bugger. Pancake day! I wonder if the hotel does them as well as Mum did?
I just ate a pack of Belvita, four biscuits. I can feel the remains sticking to my teeth, I don’t really remember eating them. Maybe something to tackle later, as a priority.
What’s all this got to do with gratitude? I have no idea, grateful for some time previously to read a book. Grateful for a job that gives me the flexibility to adapt. Yes, and much more besides. Grateful for the people in my life. Talking of which, the monkey’s arrived at the hotel cell. Time for a cuddle.