Sometimes it’s useful to step back and imagine your ideal life.
From my buddy Drob:
“i start every day with this song, 1000 pushups, 1000 situps, 50 pullups, a brisk 5 mile run, and a 30 minute whirlwind reading of 15 blogs. i then eat granola, fresh fruit, and raw eggs, take my multivits, kiss my girlfriend nicole lapin goodbye, and head off to my joint bioengineering/biomimicry-business (innovation ecosystem: efficacy of fundamental research and r&d to commercialization process) phD program, which draws on my undergrad physics major and my experience building an artificial photosynthesis start-up into a pre-IPO success story valued at $900mm with 750 employees. today i will write an opinion piece for the ny times and record a song with my band– crazy ray kurzweil on keys, john doerr laying it down on bass, and steve quake frontlining with the voice that all the ladies love.”
Get after it.
I dance around my dog to Start Me Up by the Stones, and he barks at me while I’m doing it because he most likely thinks I should have less cliched taste in music.
He’s right, of course.
as long as you feel it. that’s the important part. My man andy L get’s down to taylor swift. no joke.
this is how i used to start my day in circa 2007:
“I set two alarms seven minutes apart. Every morning I wake up at 6:45, again at 6:52, and then snooze until 7:28. It’s pretty intense. Next stop in my morning is a trip to the bathroom, where I brush my teeth and pee at the same time. And not just any brush, I go side to side despite my dentist’s repeated attempts to convert me to the up and down method. Basically, what I am trying to say is that I fly in the face of convention. I turn the water on in my shower, walk naked to the living room where I have no blinds, and check my Blackberry to make sure there is no reason to rush my morning routine. I work at a venture capital firm. I don’t know how to say this, but…I’m kind of a big deal. I have many leatherbound books. People know me. After a shower, I shave, but do not comb my hair. I used to work at an investment bank where everyone parted their hair in the same place. I am a direct reaction to everything that place represents. From the bathroom, to the bedroom, I pick my clothes for the day. I rarely have clean underwear, always choose none over dirty, and typically I wear my pants more than once before drycleaning. Before leaving the house, I drink as much orange juice as is possible without taking a breath and then it’s out the door. My gym bag doubles as a man-purse. The contents of the bag at this very moment: Grey New Balances, Mets T-shirt, girls socks (only ones they had at the gym the other day when I, ofcourse, forgot my own), Thank you letter form the Dana Farber Cancer Institite, report on biofuels and ethanol conversion, sketch pad, quarters, pens, business week, map (I’m new to Boston), apple, condom (you never know…safe sex is hot), crumpled up dollar bill, and headphones. I read business week on the 1 bus to Harvard Sqaure, have a crush on the same two girls who I see every morning, and am generally awake and ready for the day by the time I reach the office. “
Sounds like Patrick Bateman circa 1986.