Ten days ago I started tracking my time using WorkTimer to find out where it all goes to. This pie chart shows the result.
Only time I spent at my desk is included - I may be a sad case, but I'm not so sad that I take my laptop everywhere just so I can clock my time.
The slices of pie account for 32 hours out of 168. Factor in sleeping (about 50 hours), preparing and eating food (14), bathing and dressing (7), and physical training (20 including travel time), plus killing time in airports and flying to Maui for the Writers' Conference, and this seems about right.
'The unexamined life is not worth living', Socrates said. True, maybe, but in this case I feel better informed but none the wiser.
Examined my life may be, but am I using the right examination tool? Do these figures tell me if I have balance in my life? Do they tell me if I'm happy? Do they tell me whether I've made progress towards my goals? I'm not convinced they do.
Am I using a microscope to examine my life, when I should be using a telescope? Or vice versa?
Any ideas and comments genuinely welcomed. How do you evaluate your own life? Or how would you, if you had time?
Speaking of time, must dash!
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I've just published my first ever iMix to the iTunes Store. Music is pretty important when you're spending hours and days on a rowing machine preparing to row an ocean, so I became quite a connoisseur. This playlist is my selection for high-energy workouts rather than the slow-and-steadies.
Sadly, my amplifiier packed up just after New Year, about 5 weeks into my 103-day crossing, so after that I had only my own thoughts to keep me occupied. I'd never have thought I could row an ocean without music, but it's amazing what you can put up with when you have no choice, and eventually I even grew to relish the peace and quiet.
For the Pacific, AudioBooksForFree have given me 600 audio books to listen to, plus I've bought a CD of The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People - no let-up in the quest for self-improvement!
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'Just a lotta ocean', said the burly young guy next to me on the flight from Oakland to Hawai'i. I'd just opened the shutter on the plane window. We both looked down at the huge expanse of blue water stretching away to infinity.
'Yup, a lotta ocean,' I said pensively.
This time next year I will be down there, recently embarked from San Francisco, paddling slowly across that same expanse of ocean. Even from up here and travelling at 500 miles an hour, it looked vast. 2600 miles from San Francisco to Hawai'i. Today it took me 5 hours to cross it. The next time it will take a lot longer.
It's a lotta, lotta ocean.
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