Today, March 2nd, is the 61st day of the year.
Does it sound like a cliché to observe that it seems as if the year is flying by?
As I reflect upon this, and realize that 17 percent of the year is already done/finished/kaput, the emotional part of me wants to become really, really anxious about the goals that I set for myself for the year, and what I have yet to do.
Yet, the balanced and objective part of me says, “Not so fast. It’s way too early to freak out!”
You see, I can rationally also draw an analogous comparison to some of my most productive weeks EVER…which happened to be shortened, four-day workweeks.
Taking the analogy even further, I also recall that some of my most productive days happened when I came in only for a half-day, e.g. working in the morning on a day where I was leaving for vacation in the afternoon