So at work on Fridays, it is pretty slow. My job is not usually demanding, seeing I am safely locked in the tower of Columbia College Chicago.
Some filing, some phoning, mostly homework.
Friday is my day to lay out my schedule for the week and categorize my e-mails. This usually happens after lunch, which usually is ingested between the hours of 1:00 and 2:00pm. Late lunches are comfortable.
Categorizing with a full tummy is satisfying like how you feel three pints in on the first snow of the season.
I often make it a point to celebrate the first snow of the season.
Scheduling a celebration is also very satisfying.
Categorizing with an empty tummy feels frantic, like how you feel when you are jonesing for a cigarette or a packet of skittles or something. Equally as addictive as the comfort, depending on the kind of day I am having.
The little stars and labels in Gmail make me feel important.
My moleskin planner (the one with an entire page for one day 8am-10pm) reminds me that my life is together.
Or at least it makes me think so to get to the next thing.
I want to filter what I care about versus what I am obligated to do by burning my moleskin and deactivate my account to. I will forget what I do not want to do, and show up where it matters most.
I need the cajones to actually do this.