Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It’s Off to Work We Go….
The vaunted “8-hour day” is a vestige of an 18th Century socialist mentality. Yet we timidly continue it as a metric for a productive “work day.” In fact, people are proud to have exceeded it. (When you’re dumb enough to charge by the hour, of course, you need to do so.)
What we all need to do is be productive. We need to meet goals and achieve success.
I was talking to a fellow author who has to lock himself away for six months to write a book. I write a book in two months while I’m doing a plethora of other things. We’re both successful. His books sell better. My books generate far more income. But every one of his requires six months of his life. I doubt he needs that much time, I think it’s just his “regimen.”
What’s your regimen? Is it about measuring yourself by how much time you put in or how much you accomplish? I calculate that I seldom “work” more than 20 hours a week, and almost all of that is joyful. The only part I dislike is listening to the occasional unsolicited feedback that I should work “harder.”