This month, I am working 60 minutes a day. Usually, at 2.30-3.30pm. After a morning of doing as I please, I set the clock and get to work. When the clock is ticking down from 60 minutes…
– I realise the need to separate thinking from doing. Right now, the last thing I need is to be thinking, prioritising or analysing what’s possible. I don’t have time for indecision.
– I despise email more than usual
– I notice how much of what I usually accept can be dismissed, with little consequence
– I realise how much of what a manager or leader does is really about maintaining, not creating. And I long for the time and space to create new things again.
– I despair at the growing list of tasks, yet…
– I wonder what the hell I used to do when I had seven or eight hours
– I delete like a bitch and delegate like a demon
– I worry about the people I’m delegating to
– I think about the idea of bottlenecks: no matter how hard I try, I become the bottleneck on so many things. I need to work on how I empower and create permission for people. Initiative is grown on a foundation of the safe space to make mistakes.
– I am thankful for the opportunities I’ve created to be able to explore this idea of “work-life balance”
– I conclude that 7 hours a week is probably not enough time to create the impact I want to create… yet 40 hours a week would be embarrassingly plentiful.