Yesterday, I recorded the minutes of my workday and what I put into it. I intended to carry it into the evening but did not; perhaps I was tired of my own judgement. However, it is vital that I replicate this practice for my “free-time.”
The results for work are as follows:
0400-0430: morning routine
0430-0500: transit to work
0500-0515: social media :/
0515-0545: eat breakfast, research on deliberate practice
0545-0630: program, work, read on deliberate practice
0630-0700: patient registration for doctor, googled “how to get a good squat” which devolved into other web-surfing; poo
0700-0800: surprise breakfast with A!
0800-0815: spoke with the bossman
0815-0825: spoke with papa
0915-0920: pee :)
0920-0950: work, spoke with brian
0950-1000: tea, read an article on otzi the iceman’s tissue and proteins found therein, check weather
1100-1200: pick up table and chairs which will need a little more work than expected, drive with A, listen to country
1200-1210: facebook, paleomg, blog stats
1235-1240: tea :)
1240-1300: work, read
1300-1310: pee :) email
1400-1445: read about root canals, freak out
1500-1515: poo, goof off on interwebz,eat
1600-1630: look out the window
Facts garnered from the day:
- I poo a lot.
a. generally after drinking coffee or tea…I will not give up my dairy that easily #shakesfist #futiley
- I only actually worked 305 minutes, or approximately 5 hours, out of the 11.5 hours I was -at- work.
- I don’t use my “wasting” time wisely; the minutes (which turn into hours) I spend goofing off would be better spent
Furthermore, I realize this is most likely typical of a -really good- day in the sense that I conciously did not waste as much time as I normally would. Being accountable to myself and to God’s vision of me (no, not my vision of whom I should be, uninformed by God) forces me to undertake the arduous task of life, true life; holding myself to the highest standard is my duty, for I am a being who has received the terrifying gift of free will and inherited as duals Original Sin and the saving grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Whew got a little holy there.
On to being excellent
Excellence is mundane. Superlative performance is really a confluence of dozens of small skills or activites, each one learned or stumbled upon, which have been carefully drilled into habit and then are fitted together in a synthesized whole. There is nothing extraordinary or super-human in any one of those actions; only the fact that they are done consistently and correctly, and all together, produce excellence.
— Daniel F. Chambliss, The Mundanity of Excellence: An Ethnographic Report on Stratification and Olympic Swimmers