A colleague and I were observing two people doing the same job at the same level of excellence. There was only a slight, but noticeable difference between the two of them: one could complete tasks without attaching feelings to them. No robots here, but there were also no long-suffering sighs or questioning how long something will take. They just got it done.
That got me thinking about my own approach.
Complaining is not productive and I have yet to find that it actually changes anything. There are times you need to get shit off of your chest and that's cool, but some people have turned their gripes into the extended remix on on repeat. It’s always fucked up in their corner of the world and they can’t see their blessings through the gnashing of teeth and rending of garments.
Even if you are getting things done, kvetching and moaning about all the work you have to do slows you down, like wind drag on your momentum. It makes the entire process much less pleasant and while I don't have statistics, I think it just draws out the torture. It's like taking a road trip from L.A. to San Francisco and then stopping every hour to pee. Yeah, you'll still get there, but you're irritated as hell because you had to keep pulling off the highway into those nasty ass rest stops. Ewwww.
What if I just start plowing through things like I’m the Terminator looking for Sarah Connor? No thinking (especially not 'I don't have time for this shit!'), only doing.
What could I accomplish in a week? A month?
I. Would. Be. A. Fucking. Beast.
Holy shit. I'm having a lightbulb moment here.
That's what I'm going to do. Just do whatever I set out to do without assigning an emotional value to it.
Operation: Get shit done.
Here we go.
