Making Magic in the Day Planner

Seeing as more time has elapsed since the last time that I blogged something, I decided to peek into what is happening in my day-to-day life in effort to squeeze in a bit of writing. Here is what I found:

I'm working an average of 55 hours per work, according to the handy-dandy timesheets I am constructing at Paymo. Mind you, this is actual working time, which means closer to 70-80 hour work weeks
Working is most of what I'm doing these days, besides being as good a husband and doggy daddy as I can be. Basically cranking, as they call it, which means something different to me after reading this piece from Merlin Mann at 43folders

This has to change. So, on a Sunday evening, I decided to pivot (another one of those words they use). Let's start with the given - 1,440. That's the number of minutes that I have every day to do things as well as sleep. Same as anyone else, I suppose.

Instead of just cranking, I want to encompass a fuller set of things:

To laugh and love
To sweat and sing
To discover and have discomfort
To crank (yes, still want to do it) and be creative

These things can all live together in their own way, with a little bit of "zzz's" sprinkled in to allow the whole cycle to repeat. It seems easy enough - now I just need to animate the old day planner with the right spirit to make it so.

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Everyday Love Poem to my Wife

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