Using these techniques often made me feel as if I were on
the verge of ushering in a golden era of calm, undistracted
productivity and meaningful activity. But it never arrived.
Instead, I just got more stressed and unhappy.
It’s also painful to accept your limited control over
the time you do get: maybe you simply lack the stamina or
talent or other resources to perform well in all the roles
you feel you should.
We would be forced to acknowledge that there are hard
choices to be made: which balls to let drop, which people to
disappoint, which cherished ambitions to abandon, which
roles to fail at.
It’s that the underlying assumption is unwarranted:
there’s no reason to believe you’ll ever feel
‘on top of things’, or make time for everything
that matters, simply by getting more done.
‘Work expands so as to fill the time available for
its completion,’ the English humorist and historian C.
Northcote Parkinson wrote in 1955, coining what became known
as Parkinson’s law.
You begin to grasp that when there’s too much to do,
and there always will be, the only route to psychological
freedom is to let go of the limit-denying fantasy of getting
it all done and instead to focus on doing a few things that
count.
the efficiency trap were a simple matter of quantity: you
have too much to do, so you try to fit more in, but the
ironic result is that you end up with more to do.
But smoothness, it turns out, is a dubious virtue, since
it’s often the unsmoothed textures of life that make
it liveable, helping nurture the relationships that are
crucial for mental and physical health, and for the
resilience of our communities.
Every morning I carefully scrape out the ash of
yesterday.11.. As I lay the kindling and listen for the
crackling of wood devouring flame, I wait. The house is
cool, and all I have to do now for the next few minutes is
be attentive and patient.
the only way to be sure it will happen is to do some of it
today, no matter how little, and no matter how many other
genuinely big rocks may be begging for your attention.
Abel saw that her only viable option was to claim time
instead – to just start drawing, for an hour or two,
every day, and to accept the consequences, even if those
included neglecting other activities she sincerely
valued.
to work on your most important project for the first hour
of each day, and to protect your time by scheduling
‘meetings’ with yourself, marking them in your
calendar so that other commitments can’t
intrude.
if you’re procrastinating on something because
you’re worried you won’t do a good enough job,
you can relax – because judged by the flawless
standards of your imagination, you definitely won’t do
a good enough job. So you might as well make a start.
drag-down-to-refresh gesture, which keeps people scrolling
by exploiting a phenomenon known as ‘variable
rewards’: when you can’t predict whether or not
refreshing the screen will bring new posts to read, the
uncertainty makes you more likely to keep trying, again and
again and again, just as you would on a slot machine.
It’s true that killing time on the internet often
doesn’t feel especially fun, these days. But it
doesn’t need to feel fun. In order to dull the pain of
finitude, it just needs to make you feel
unconstrained.
Even if you quit Facebook, or ban yourself from social
media during the workday, or exile yourself to a cabin in
the mountains, you’ll probably still find it
unpleasantly constraining to focus on what matters, so
you’ll find some way to relieve the pain by
distracting yourself: by daydreaming, taking an unnecessary
nap, or – the preferred option of the productivity
geek – redesigning your to-do list and reorganising
your desk.
to accept that this unpleasantness is simply what it feels
like for finite humans to commit ourselves to the kinds of
demanding and valuable tasks that force us to confront our
limited control over how our lives unfold.
The way to find peaceful absorption in a difficult project,
or a boring Sunday afternoon, isn’t to chase feelings
of peace or absorption, but to acknowledge the inevitability
of discomfort, and to turn more of your attention to the
reality of your situation than to railing against it.
Zen Buddhists hold that the entirety of human suffering can
be boiled down to this effort to resist paying full
attention to the way things are going, because we wish they
were going differently (‘This shouldn’t be
happening!’7), or because we wish we felt more in
control of the process.
So a surprisingly effective antidote to anxiety can be to
simply realise that this demand for reassurance from the
future is one that will definitely never be satisfied
– no matter how much you plan or fret, or how much
extra time you leave to get to the airport.
This future-focused attitude often takes the form of what I
once heard described as the
‘“when-I-finally” mind’, as in:
‘When I finally get my workload under control/get my
candidate elected/find the right romantic partner/sort out
my psychological issues, then I can relax, and the life I
was always meant to be living can begin.’
who nonetheless finds herself treating every moment of her
experience as worthwhile only in terms of bringing her
closer to the completion of a project, so that she can move
on to the next one, or move up the ranks, or move towards
retirement.
my son was here now, and he would be zero years old for
only one year, and I came to realise that I didn’t
want to squander these days of his actual existence by
focusing solely on how best to use them for the sake of his
future one.
To treat all these moments solely as stepping stones to
some future moment is to demonstrate a level of
obliviousness to our real situation that would be
jaw-dropping if it weren’t for the fact that we all do
it, all the time.
One way of understanding capitalism, in fact, is as a giant
machine for instrumentalising everything it encounters
– the earth’s resources, your time and abilities
(or ‘human resources’) – in the service of
future profit.
in focusing so hard on instrumentalising their time, they
end up treating their lives in the present moment as nothing
but a vehicle in which to travel towards a future state of
happiness. And so their days are sapped of meaning, even as
their bank balances increase.