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Balance v.0.3.4b

December 3, 2008

There are 168 hours in a week.  What, you didn’t know that?  That’s OK, I just learned it a few years ago.  Oh yeah, the data was tucked into some crease in my cranium, but the cold hard realization didn’t really hit me until I was half-way through grad school.  So, I forgive you if you haven’t realized it yet either – I’m actually quite understanding that way.

Like I said, it wasn’t that long ago that I was in grad school.  I’ve always found that I’m a better student if I have a part-time job to keep me busy and remove any temptation to procrastinate.  However, this all snowballed on me very quickly.  I was a full-time student, working about 20 hours a week managing a small network, expending another 20 hours a week on my graduate project, and, because I was a fool, I allowed myself to be elected as the student-body president.

I didn’t really step back and face this until I had to drop a class.  I stood back and took a hard look at my life.  I suddently realized that I was only sleeping about five hours per night and I had virtually no social life.  When I tallied my “normal” hours in a spreadsheet, I realized that I was putting in 110 scheduled hours!  This was insane – and helped me to realize that this only left me 58 hours to sleep, chill, socialize, and take care of the unexpected.

Of course, once one is committed to a certain schedule, extricating oneself from said schedule is much more difficult.  I had two motivators though: first, I had just started dating a beautiful woman with whom I am now married; and second, I was constantly exhausted and frequently sick.

In his book“First Things First” Stephen Covey tells a great analogy that helps us figure out our priorities (read it here).  We have to put in the “big rocks first.”  If you don’t put in those high priority tasks first, you’ll never find room for them.  So what are your high priority values, tasks, or needs?

When I sit down and think about it, I realize that my family, my spiritual, emotional, and physica health, and my career are all important.  But, in what order?  Here’s what I discovered:

  • Start with 168 hours in the week (I think most of us can agree, this is pretty inflexible)
  • Subtract 8 hrs/day for sleep, that’s 56 hrs. (whether you actually sleep that much now is mostly irrelevant, if you want to stay healthy, you need to schedule this much time)
  • Subtract another 21 hours (3/day x7) for obtaining, preparing, and eating food (plus some extra time for personal grooming and other personal tasks)
  • I personally take at least an hour a day for spiritual health, meditation, and prayer, so I subtract another 7 hours (some may use this time to workout, read, yoga, etc, but it’s safe to say that 7 hrs/week is not unreasonable for personal health)
  • This leaves 84 hours (168-84) for work, family, play, and other extra-curricular activities.

In the past, I’ve often tried to squeeze the big rocks in last.  This is why I lacked sleep and probably why I was well over 40 before I found and married the woman of my dreams.  If I work 50 hours a week, which is pretty normal, this only gives me 34 hours for family, commuting, socializing (online, or off), volunteering (about 10 hours/week for me), and other special activities.

    Throw in a couple of unplanned events, or work-related meetings or inservices, and there aren’t a lot of extra hours in one’s day.  This is why I try to build margins into my schedule.  If I schedule every existing hour, something has to give when it all doesn’t come together as planned.

    As it stands right now, some of you are probably saying things like:

    What!? You only work 50 hrs a week?”  “Sleep?  Sleep is for wimps!  You can sleep when you die!”  “An hour to eat?  Man, I’m lucky if I get to eat a burger while driving to my next appointment!” et cetera.

    I know, I know – me too actually.  But what we’re talking about here is a plan.  If you don’t have a plan to sit down and eat, you never will.  If you haven’t scheduled in family time, you never will have it.  If you don’t have a plan to get a good night’s rest, you never will.

    I don’t claim to have this all worked out, but at least I have a plan – and very, very high on my list, is my family.  The above plan only gives me about 2 hours a day with them, but being an introvert, I need much of that time for myself, to reharge.  So, to compensate, I end up sacrificing sleep – which has been proven to not work out very well.

    What is your plan?

    Novembeard

    November 30, 2008

    When I quit shaving a month ago, it had little to do with joining the latest fad.  Anyone that knows me, knows that I suck at the whole peer-pressure thing.  I sometimes just get tired of shaving, and a cool, Oregon Fall was all the inspiration I needed to grow a beard.  I haven’t had one (a full beard, that is) in several years – and since it only takes me about a week to cover my face, I let it go.

    But now dear readers, I’m curious.  Should I keep it, or should I shave it?  With apologies to The Clash, should it go or should it stay?  You get to vote (below).

    The Choices:

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    Now Vote:

    Commercialism or Compassion?

    November 24, 2008

    Christmas DinnerMy Mom always made the holidays special.  We made flower baskets to hang on our neighbors’ doors for May Day.  Easter was a big day of hidden eggs and lots of chocolate.  Whether Halloween, Valentines Day, or New Years, my Mom made a big deal about them and created family rituals that created great childhood memories that cannot be clouded out.

    Thanksgiving was a big family time which we often spent with my Dad’s family on the old family homestead near Waldport.  The smells of a grand holiday meal lie deeply embedded in my soul.  Thanksgiving most likely remains my favorite holiday due to the low-pressure family gatherings.

    The granddaddy of all holidays was Christmas.  There were cookies and treats, music and decorations, and lots of gift-giving (receiving?) anticipation.  We always went out and cut our own tree.  The family decorating party was filled with love and Rockwellian joy.  Christmas music became the soundtrack of our lives for a month.  And for the days surrounding December 25th, we drove back and forth across the Portland Metro area visiting family and friends.

    Listening to The Cinnamon Bear story on KXL/1190am was a big part of our lives between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Often we would find time to visit the Cinnamon Bear at the Lipman’s Department store.  Then, of course, we’d make a big deal around the visit to Santa Clause at Meier & Frank’s!

    When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things”

    1 Corinthians 13:11

    Christmas is different for me now.  Fortunately it’s not all about me and what I get.  Now, more than ever, I understand the reason for the season.  But it is more than that.

    I would like to repeat all the rituals that made Christmas fun.  I would like to share the joy I experienced as a kid.  The cookies and treats, the Christmas Morning excitement, and the Santa Claus mythology.  In many ways, I’d like to repeat these experiences for my kids.  But I can’t – or I should say, I don’t want to.

    Instead, I want to bring the simplicity that surrounds Thanksgiving back into the Christmas holiday.  I’m tired of the commercialism; I’m tired of the crass marketing; and I’m tired of myths of Santa Claus and the greed and misnomers he represents.  I see too many people stressed and too many expectations that people try to meet.  For me, it isn’t worth financial and emotional debt.

    Jesus came to show us God’s true character.  He is about giving, not receiving.  He stands for grace and forgiveness, not whether we’ve been “naughty or nice.”  The love of God far outshines the jolly of Old St. Nick.  This is what I want to teach my children.  This is what I want to share with those around me.  I want them to experience God’s love, in real, practical ways.  I want them to experience God – not rituals.

    It is a difficult tightrope one walks when deciding to put Christ back into Christmas. I don’t want to be perceived as some right-wing, religious fundamentalist.  I don’t intend to be a kill-joy.  I just want the simplicity of an unselfish, commercial-free Christmas season.

    The last thing I want to do is emulate Scrooge.  To me, Dickens was trying to emulate the true spirit of Christmas through Scrooge’s conversion and kindness to the Cratchit family.  But somehow we remember the pre-dream Scrooge and not the post-dream kindness he came to appreciate.  What if we had similar conversions and replaced the commercialism with compassion?

    This year, in our family gift-giving encounters, we have asked for some simple gifts.  Instead of exchanging gift-cards for big-box retailers – for stuff we don’t need.  We’ve asked our families to buy gifts for less fortunate World Citizens, in honor of the love they have for us.

    In short, this is our Christmas list:

    There are plenty of organizations out there.  One can support local, regional, national, or global organizations.  It really doesn’t matter.  Either way, let’s replace commercialism with compassion.