Recently I decided to start conducting 28-day experiments, making simple tweaks to my day-to-day life to find out what works best for me. This sprang from me getting increasingly frustrated at myself for never being able to make any real changes to my lifestyle. Every day I’d think I had a better idea than the day before, so I’d do that instead – never giving anything a proper chance.
So I decided that by trying one single thing for a set amount of time, then analysing the experiment at the end, I’d get a much better idea of what works for me, and hopefully be able to make a few things stick.
My latest experiment was this: ‘The problem I have appears to be wasting my precious time in the mornings. I’ve decided to tackle this problem in a new way, one that fits in better with my natural rhythms: I’m going to start my days by writing. Just stream-of-consciousness stuff, unless I’ve got something else to say.’
So, how did it go?
I Did It Every Day
This was super easy to stick to while I was at home. Before I went to Berlin at the end of May, I successfully got up, made a cup of tea, and sat down and wrote stream-of-consciousness stuff every morning. I even did it on a Saturday once, just because I felt like it. (I guess I didn’t specify that I was only going to do it on week days, but that was always the plan.) I usually wrote for between 20-50 minutes.
When I went to Berlin, I was renting an Airbnb place with a few friends and attending a conference. Unsurprisingly, I didn’t write every (or any) morning while I was there, but that was fine, because I never pretended to myself that I was going to – and besides, the problem I was trying to address was wasting my time in the morning, which definitely wasn’t a problem while I was in Berlin. (Sidenote: I LOVE BERLIN.)
I got home on Thursday, meaning there was just one day of the experiment left. I didn’t do it on the final Friday. And I haven’t done it since either. Here are some thoughts on why.
It Got Kind of Tedious
Honestly, although I had no problem writing every morning, I got bored of myself. The same things surfaced again and again. It would probably be pretty enlightening to go back through and highlight the subjects that kept cropping up. I’m not sure there are huge benefits for me in writing every single morning about whatever’s in my brain. Well, maybe there are. But probably doing it once a week would be just as useful, and wouldn’t take up so much time. Maybe a Monday-morning ‘what happened last week’ shebang would do the trick.
I often thought about how it would be more useful to write other stuff, such as blog posts, articles, essays, copy or whatever – stuff that I could use in my business and that I’d inevitably end up writing later anyway.
I Felt Like I Wasn’t Putting My Time to the Best Use
Yes, it was better than sitting around in my pyjamas and fucking about on Facebook for two hours every morning… but it still didn’t feel like the best use of my time. Would reading be better? I feel like I need to read more. Or yeah, how about writing something other than whatever shit’s rumbling about in my brain?
I Wasn’t Necessarily Productive Afterwards
After I’d done my writing, I’d get washed and dressed, but then I’d, well, you know – I’d piss about. That’s not entirely true. Most days I would sit and write my to-do list straight away. But after that I’d make breakfast, wash dishes, put laundry away. I still wouldn’t start work. My days often felt like they were slipping away afterwards, and having a little brainspew and writing a to-do list in the morning don’t exactly count as ‘big wins’. (I’ve heard it’s good to start the day with a big win.)
What Was Good About It
I feel like I’ve just slapped a big downer on the whole experiment, but actually I enjoyed it. It was nice to actually do something in the morning and feel like I wasn’t pissing my day away right from the off. And it was definitely better than what I was doing before.