A lot of times I’m talking with friends, co-workers, etc, and I frequently hear that I do quite a bit with my time. I don’t know what the psychology behind it is (and I’m sure it’s just my brain tricking me…I bet You’re Not So Smart has tackled it) but for whatever reason, it just seems like I get more done when I have more going on. I know, that sounds a bit simplified. What I mean to say is that when I have more items scheduled in my life, I feel it makes me better at prioritizing the time I do have to get things I need to get done accomplished. You know, the banal ones, going to Target to get more groceries and home goods, cleaning the bathroom, making lunch for the week. And yet I still find time to tear through a lot of Netflix (currently Doctor Who…seriously, how have I not previously watched this?) and get to a show or two. And spend a little too much time and money at The Depot, which I managed this week.
Too much, though, and I find that I am worn down. Some weeks, the happy medium skews towards more sleep, or a little less exercise, or a little less beer. But there certainly is a happy medium to it. I found last January to be mind-numbing on occasion because I couldn’t do anything. Not that I didn’t want to, but recovering from surgery takes a lot of energy out of you. So I basically had the energy to run a basic errand or two and watch some television, read, or do a similar sedentary activity. While I certainly like days like that periodically, I am at my best when I’m running to and fro, to catch a drink with a friend for a couple hours followed by some trivia somewhere followed by a show. But what does that typical week contain? Certainly I capture it on calendars to the degree that there are planned items I need to remind myself of, but how much time did I spend sleeping last week? Not enough seems like a basic answer most of the time. I am either lucky enough or dumb enough to be able to function decently with less sleep than some. Or again, maybe I’ve just tricked myself. It is difficult to say. But what was last week like?
I barely worked more than 40 hours, which is a rarity for me. I am usually around 45. I only biked to work 3 times (Monday-Wednesday), so I can only account for so much time doing that. Still, it’s winter biking, a mildly awful form where I am pretty sure I spend just as much time putting on and taking off clothing as I do riding. I went to three shows (Best New Bands of 2011, both nights of The Current’s Birthday all in the Mainroom for a change), made four separate visits to The Depot (where I discovered there is such a thing as too much of a mediocre thing), found some time to catch up with a few old friends in a variety of methods (from phone to Green Mill trivia to Quang’s). Somewhere in there, I found time to down a season of Doctor Who and steal the mayorship at The Donut Cooperative. Just looking at that leads to some pretty obvious conclusions of what I did (or didn’t do) with my time. And what’s important. At least to me. I suppose I could cook more. I prepare food more than you might think though. Just nothing special. And certainly I could spend a little more time under the covers. Too many days start at 5:50 am and end at 11:50 pm.
But it shouldn’t be a judgment. How I spend my time is not really reflective of how you should be spending your time. That’s what always confuses me. Everyone has to find that balance of activities. And what’s right for me certainly isn’t for everyone. Hell, I’m not even sure last week was right for me. So this week, I’m going to try and see how a week goes with a little less of The Depot and a little more of anything else. And maybe I’ll trade up The Entry for the Mainroom. Or maybe I won’t do any of that. The point is, don’t worry about what I’m doing. Because I think we all have a bit of that envy for what other people are doing. It’s only natural. But I try not to worry about that too much. If I spent too much time doing that, how would I get all this stuff in anyway?