It starts small. I’ve been eating more and exercising less. I started including a second scoop of peanut butter in my oatmeal, so now I have a one scoop limit. I’m planning to row for longer sets again. I’ve been ordering the healthier items on menus, and now intend to be more picky with removing the unhealthier bits; I didn’t eat the mayo-drenched shredded lettuce and bun on a fish sandwich this evening, for example.
I’m coupling my Weekly Rowing column with workspace infrastructure updates. My primary focus will be improving my “judgement free zone” office I’m calling “Zeal,” because just like how exercise improves your internal motivation and physicality, tidy workspaces improve your external motivation and productivity. Clutter in body, mind, or space can prevent action, so let’s start with the heartbeat of this whole operation: my whiteboard. “Always on,” it’s a constant reminder to check the next box.
“Ahhh!” The alarm sounded just before the killer struck. “Oops! Forgot to take out the trash. Better get to it now. I’ll run out of time again in the morning…” She paused the movie on a disturbing still, dragged the trash can to the door, put on a heavy coat and boots, placed her keys and mace in her right coat pocket, grabbed the trash bag with her left hand, and left her comfortable apartment.
Let’s continue the worldbuilding from last week’s brainstorming update to “The Story” with how manufacturing in Trishna (left) and John’s world might look. Their world doesn’t stray too far from reality. Most of the same comforts are generated from industries, meaning the hardest labor work is automated, and it’s fairly easy to live a decent life. Maybe not luxurious, though in comparison to famine and disease? Could be much worse. Let’s explore in more detail.
Spoiler Warning Scale: Minor (specific location details about their world)
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I will never forget those crazed blue eyes. Walking past the uncharacteristic fast food place, between the affluent shopping mall and the uptown library, this piercing creature jumped out at me. “Why are you following me? Why?!” Something snapped inside his poor mind. “I am not following you. I do not know who you are and I am not following you.” For fear of personal safety, I couldn’t break eye contact. He wouldn’t let me.
Let’s say you’re a pretty good football player. You know the sport, you’re fit, train constantly, and show up to every game. You decide to join up with a new team. You meet with the coach to talk about sports, fitness, training, and end up rambling on about dreams and hobbies. It turns out well. You hop aboard this new team. There’s just one problem. You’re a football player and they need a football player.
We’re living such fast paced lives that when we get any opportunity just to relax, it almost seems we take it too far with relaxation compensation. What would just be moments of recreation turns into hours, days, or lifetimes spent doing nothing particularly productive. Years ago, I could do “nothing” all day. Now, I’ll find something to do if I’m idle more than 15_minutes. I’ll do something physical, nap, or as I’m doing now: write.