“Being productive means simplifying how you use your time. Which in turn, simplifies your life.” ---Penelope Trunk
Ain’t it the Truth!
Like Penelope, I have figured out that I need to do different things throughout the day (and my life) to be happy, but I also have to figure out how to keep myself motivated and get things done that need to get done. I have also managed to come to the same conclusion: that keeping the number of decisions down by systemizing and “routinizing” as many tasks as possible keeps me more sane by letting me think less about small things and just get them done, because “it's time to do them.” Of course, figuring all of this out and setting up the routine isn’t easy (and has taken me 42 years!), but once I realize that something is happening without me thinking about it--especially something that someone else appreciates as well as me--then I feel good, which gives me energy to do it some more.
So today I am writing a blog post. Because I have decided that on Tuesday mornings, in my pre-everybody-else-getting-up work time, that’s what I will do. Because I have written random posts before, but everyone says you have to be consistent for it to matter (including Penelope). And although it would be nice for it to help my career (whatever that is these days . . . another post), I hope that it will just help me as a writer and thinker. Being consistent about things like writing is a Good Thing, and I know it’s hard to do. So if I make it something I do on a certain day, then it is more likely to get done. Especially more than “when I have time,” because I never just “have time,” the way that my life is.
And as much as I think it would be nice to have a different Life Set-up--like a job where I leave work at work and don’t think about it 24/7--I have come to realize (the hard way!) that this is not realistic for me. That kind of life seems like a vacation right now, especially one with a paycheck every two weeks, but my husband points out over and over that whenever I have tried to do that, I’m miserable, and he would like to be married to me, not a miserable bitch.
He said the best thing to me last night, as I was apologizing to him that I probably won’t ever have that kind of job again. He said, “You are who you are. Just embrace it already” (that might not be an exact quote, but that’s how I remember it). And I realized that that is what has been stressing me out lately--I’ve been trying to fight what I am. I am at cross-purposes, wanting the stability that comes with the job with the paycheck, but not being able to stop the ideas and the plans and the dreams that occur naturally in my head and make a paycheck-job impossible.
And that’s probably what I like best about Penelope: that she has come to be ok (I imagine it was a process) with the way that her personal and professional lives are completely intertwined. I’m jealous, frankly. I keep having to learn it over and over and over, and hopefully now am on the edge of figuring out to make it profitable.