You know, at the time of writing I’ve worked out that with my long living gene pool I may just make it to a comfortable 92 years old – if nothing untoward happens to me in the meantime.
Working back to where I am now, that gives me 16,425 days in which to live the rest of my life.
The amount of productive days available to me before I retire or slow down will, of course be tied to my own fitness and mental well-being but I’ve pegged the figure at around 70 years old. That’s 22 years, 8,030 days or 1,144 weeks or 264 months.
Now take out weekends and public holidays, say 8 days of the month, and it starts to look something like 5,918 days. And each of these days is made up of 24 hours.
And as the standard goes and for the purposes of this exercise, 8 of those hours I’ll be sleeping, another 8 I’ll be spending with friends, family and loved ones and the last 8 I’ll be doing something productive.
Adding these 8 hour stretches together leaves me with around 1,972 days worth of productive time.
And that’s it. For the rest of my life. No more.
And how much do I have left to accomplish? A whole lot more than what I’ll be able to fit into 1,972 days that’s for sure.
When I look at my remaining time in this way, its a big number and personally I don’t think its big enough, but its a real number and not an imaginary deadline (pun intended) in the far distant future.
There are some things we just can’t change and we need to accept that.
So why am I smiling?
Because there are some things I can change and I’m happy to have discovered them – if a little later in my development than most.
Procrastination keeps your dreams alive
Procrastination will keep your dreams alive for the simple reason that they’re not being fulfilled.
We all do it and it won’t be entirely deleted from your life, but you can tame it and control it. I’ve found a simple technique that works for me and may just work for you too. Its simple but not easy.
The habit of doing
Put yourself in a position every day where you must physically do whatever it is you know you need to do. You will complain and moan and find all manner of excuses to not do it but allow that part of you that has the will and the drive to come forward and force the point.
I get up at 5:20am every morning, 6 days a week and write until 7am, when I wake the rest of the family and the day starts. Now getting up this morning was hard. I wanted to stay in bed. Because last night I got together with two other dad’s and had a couple of beers around the corner at the Elwood Lounge. It was literally two beers – but this morning I felt it and tapped the iPhone to let me sleep a little longer. It was 5:35 when I dragged myself out of bed, took the laptop under my arm and went into the living room where I write, turned it on and performed the ritual of the stove top coffee maker, gave a biscuit to our dog Jaxi (according to my Scottish brother-in-law we have a dog named ‘Arse’) and sat down in front of a blinking cursor on a blank page in my Scrivener application.
I struggled for a good 30 minutes, desperately forcing myself not to check my emails, before I began to ease into the flow of writing and what you see in the previous paragraphs is the result, a version of a germ of an idea I had a few months.
Now as I write this, it’s 7:03am. Not bad for a slightly unfit wanna-be writer who’s managed to tame procrastination for one more day.