I never thought I’d be so happy to sit down and work! And I only have four hours, so I have to make this quick.
After months of crazy / non-stop / soul-crushing pain, courtesy of two herniated discs, it finally stopped. So I made a choice. Four hours of work every day, not a minute more. And less traveling. Protect your body, you idiot workaholic millennial. My other option was spine surgery, more pain, more soul-crushing. Pass.
Two days in— PANIC! There’s no way I can get things done in four hours. I'll miss deadlines, then payments, and I’ll run behind on the bills and starve to death. It’s not just the writing. There’s research, reading, meetings, editing. Oh my god. FINE! I agreed to a six-week trial period. I’d do my best to squeeze in everything.
By the end of my trial, I was mastering time management like a Swiss clock and sending out top-notch deliverables. Booya! I got myself a four-hour workday without damage to productivity or my bank account. HA!
There was just one big problem. I had no idea what to do with my hands when I wasn’t working. What's with all the free time? What am I supposed to do? Part of the deal was I turn off wi-fi and put my gadgets away once I complete work. I had to take care of my back. Sit down less, walk more. I thought it’d be fun to force myself out of my laptop and smartphone and discover life after screens.
Instead, I was stuck staring at white walls, depressed and always on the verge of a panic attack. It was pure FOMO running through my veins. No wi-fi feels like being lost on top of a mountain. There’s nobody there, and you can’t see the cool stuff around you because all you can think of is NO WI-FI, THIS IS WHERE LIFE ENDS.
Okay, pull yourself together. What would Johnny Bravo do? He'd put on those cool sunglasses and go out.
But... but... I— I don't wanna to go out. What can I say? There's a time for all of us when we're young and stupid and, oh my, very web-indoctrinated. There's no life without the internet. Then what? There wasn't much to do in my smart home if disconnected, so I had to find unbeaten paths.
It took me a while, but I made it! Some weeks later, my cooking skills are real. I even read the labels on all my groceries. Mom is so proud! I also adopted two dogs I love more than anything, even when they turn my house upside down. And today, here I am— writing this. I'm in a pottery class where I get my hands dirty trying to build stuff. My work looks like crazy dismembered aliens, but who cares? We’re all here because we love laughing our hearts out together and because we have to plan that party on Saturday.
There's a fantastic offline world out there. I know you know this and you've heard it a million times before. I just hope you truly experience it and feel it and love it as much as I do now.
I work four hours every day, and it’s more than enough if you do it smart. I’m so happy to sit down and work! Once it's done, I know what to do with my hands.