I own an alarming amount of things – a house full, in fact. There are times I wish I could magically halve the tally, but a life which includes a spouse and two small children easily negates this as an option. Surprisingly, things (get it?) are for the most part kept under control, and here’s how.
“One machine can do the work of 50 ordinary men. No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man.”
E-mail. The humble, initially text-based, form of communication has been with us for decades, and during that time span been transformed from obscurity through prominence into the scourge of the workplace – which isn’t e-mail’s fault; rather, it’s ours.
Have you ever had the feeling of being under a deadline to get something important or urgent – or both, for that matter – done, yet you inevitably seem to get caught up in distractions of lesser import? The following is what occurs.
“Paying attention in a distracted world: it’s like bringing a gun to a knife fight.”
Every journey comprises a distinct set of elements. Taking an interest. Choosing a destination. And, finally, planning ones route – perhaps painstakingly. Most people think the second part is the hardest – but that depends on what kind of journey you’re talking about.
Who knew fate had a sense of irony? The following is a brief story concerning someone whom writes regularly about productivity, yet recently fell victim to a severe bout of procrastination – only to have a perfect stranger provide the required kick in the arse to get moving again.
So, you have your to-dos neatly organized into hierarchies replete with contexts, flags, due dates, reminders and God only knows what else. Yet, somehow, it feels as if though the vast improvements you were expecting have eluded you. More likely than not, this stems from not paying an appropriate amount of attention to your to-be list.
“Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.” -Antoine de Saint Exupery
As of this writing, I have just executed a spectacular, productivity-related facepalm at some 20,000 feet in the air. The culprit? My iPad. Hey, want to know where I’m headed? To a – wait for it – seminar on business productivity with iPads.