Category: Personal


The Self-Hack

Several of my recent posts veer into ridiculously introspective. I was considering this the other day, and wondering why it’s useful to explore one’s motivations, and then I realized it: you have to observe, explore, and tinker with anything you want to hack.

There’s all sort of little tricks to optimize my strengths and diminish my weaknesses that I’ve put into practice once I’ve figured them out. A lot of these circle around the drain that is my poor memory, for instance I always leave my work badge in the car overnight, so as never to forget it in the morning.

A cute one: the cat always reminds me quite vocally to feed her, every morning and every night. The fish on the other hand does not, and would probably die do to his stubborn quietness, were it not for the fact that I employed a “Self-Hack” regarding feeding him: when the cat gets fed, the fish gets fed. Now the cat essentially reminds me to feed the fish (ironic as she’s probably prefer to have me feed her the fish).

Probably my favourite is that I trick myself into exercising by going swing dancing. It’s basically an aerobics class in disguise.

Lastly for now, I’ve found that it’s easier to get up in the morning if I’m looking forward to seeing a friend, so I’ll often schedule coffee dates before my workday – I end up having a nice time and because I didn’t oversleep I still end up getting into work earlier than I would have otherwise. :-) It’s a win-win situation.

What little “Self-Hacks” do you employ?

Procrastination and Attitude

The funny thing about procrastination is that it has nothing to do, it seems, with how I feel about the task at hand. Rather, it’s a dread of starting the task.

Example:
Going to the gym is hard. Being at the gym is fun.

I am such an advanced procrastinator that I can even procrastinate on both the start and the finish of something.

Example:
Start of day: put off going to work
Middle of day: love love love working
End of day: put off leaving work

It occurs to me that really when people say they are a procrastinator, maybe they just don’t like shifting gears when they are in a comfortable spot. Really, I could rewrite my example above and make it read like a script to most days of my life:

I don’t want to get out of bed, I love it here.
I don’t want to leave home, I love it here.
I don’t want to start this project, I love doing this.
I don’t want to start that project, I now love this one.
I don’t want to go to lunch, I’m on a roll.
I don’t want to go back to work, it’s great outside!
I don’t want to leave my desk, I’m on a roll!
I don’t want to go home, I love my friends.
I don’t want to go to bed, I love being at home.
OMG I LOVE MY BED.

While it’s great that I love where I’m at, it’s an ultimately negative focus when I’m seeing only the dread of losing what I have, rather than the joy of moving on to something even better. I’m focused on the opportunity cost rather than the opportunity. I (usually) end up loving the next thing even more, and I need to remember that. If I wasn’t dragging my feet kicking and screaming to the next thing on my agenda, I’d have an easier time being on time as well, or letting go of the day by going to bed at a normal hour. I’d enjoy life more if I didn’t cling to it so.

I’m reminded of a quote from Princess Leia, “The more you tighten your grip… the more star systems will slip through your fingers.”

And on that note, time for me to move on to the next thing… :-)

hourglass 4 on Flickr

So this is how it is, eh?

For as long as I can recall now, whenever people ask me how life is, I say, “Crazy and busy.” But if I’m always saying that, maybe crazy is the new normal?

It’s this thing called technology – a tool that lets me get away with multi-tasking and overbooking and telecommuting life – combined with my insatiable appetite for new experiences and more, more, more. Am I addicted to information? To fixing? To conversation? To caffeine? To challenge? And even… to stress? To flying by the seat of my pants?

I am always too busy, and always find myself saying yes. Sure, I can do that. I can handle that. That sounds exciting. Let’s do that. And yet I… can’t… get… enough. I love life so much, I think I’m squeezing it to get every last drop of experience out. And while it’s all good and fabulous that my can-do attitude has taken me on many adventures and through some epic opportunities, I am constantly exhausted. And I miss the friends I’ve made along the way. I’m the busiest bored popular lonely kid I know.

And I’m not sure what I’d do with myself if it ever wasn’t busy and crazy, for once.

Is it just me?

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