⏳Four Thousand Weeks

The trouble is not that we manage time badly. It is that a life is finite and the list of worthwhile things is not, so no method will ever get you to the bottom of it. Getting faster only raises the flow in. The honest alternative is to choose a few things, do them, and accept on purpose that the rest will be neglected.

• Started on Wednesday 9 July, the second day of the heat. Finished on Saturday the 19th in one long sitting with the shutters closed and the fan on.
• A book about time management whose first move is to say that time cannot be managed. I was in the right state to hear it: see 🕯️ The flat weeks.
• The title is the arithmetic. Eighty years is about four thousand weeks. I am on roughly week 1,790 and did the sum on the tram, which was a mistake before a planning meeting.
• He is funny, and he has plainly tried every system himself. That counts for more with me than it should.
• It did not fix July. It changed what I thought July was evidence of.
• Book ten for 🎯 Finish 16 books and keep notes on the ones that matter, and the only one this year I would call well timed.
• No lines copied from it. What I read beside it were the old versions of the same thought: 🏛️ Seneca's 💬 While we are postponing, life speeds and Marcus telling himself 💬 Since it is possible that thou. Two thousand years apart and the same arithmetic.
• The decision it touched directly was 📜 Skip the 17 July issue.