Hey, look! It’s a (few weeks into the) new year. Instead of writing about the many things I wish to do to make myself sparkle as a human unicorn, I’m sharing some of my favorite self-help books I read last year.
Because self-help books aren’t always stereotypical and for dummies, and books should never be a guilty pleasure.
My latest project in this great work-in-progress of life has been to make the most of my days. Many thanks to the fabulous Austin Kleon and this quote for reminding me (and you, I hope) that we have more time than we think we do. We just have to open our eyes.
Don’t say you don’t have enough time. We’re all busy, but we all get 24 hours a day. People often ask me, ‘How do you find the time for all this?’ And I answer, ‘I look for it.’ You find time the same place you find spare change: in the nooks and crannies. You find it in the cracks between the big stuff — your commute, your lunch break, the few hours after your kids go to bed. You might have to miss an episode of your favorite TV show, you might have to miss an hour of sleep, but you can find the time if you look for it.
Working nights allows me to enjoy the peaceful sunshine before driving into work as the sun sets in my rear-view mirror. This helps. I’ve tried mapping out a daily routine — wake up, don’t look at phone, drink coffee and read, do yoga, don’t look at phone, take a shower early enough that I’m not scrambling to get out the door, listen to audiobook or podcast that teaches me something on my commute so the time isn’t wasted.
Ah, and there it is: “wasting” time. Is time in the car spent working on my Axl Rose impression really time wasted? I could have been learning about science or history or psychology, and here I am, working on nailing the rhythm of those shananananana knees, knees.
It’s a struggle. And I’m working on it. The first step is to realize what deserves to be renting space in my brain. Only allow one big, stressful thing at a time. Make to-do lists of bite-sized tasks. One day at a time.