I take a nap every day, sometimes two. My inbox is always at zero. I can’t remember the last time I used an alarm clock, and outside of the time I spend writing this column, I would classify a four-hour workweek as being slammed...
For the longest time I still didn’t understand why everyone else was so busy. Then about a year ago I was talking to a friend of mine who was complaining about some awful lunch meeting that she had to attend and I asked her, “Why the fuck would you agree to that meeting?” As we kept talking about her busy schedule, I found myself asking her again and again, “Why the fuck would you do that?” Until finally it dawned on me that you could streamline your entire life by asking that question before you do anything.
