Productivity is an addicting thing. Having control over how much you can achieve is extremely gratifying. I’m obsessed. It’s why I try to squeeze an extra two hours out of each day. Consider it a constant quest to make each day matter just a bit more than usual.
But productivity poses a challenge.
For me, as more time opens up, my plate gets more full. I inflate the importance of tasks that accompany those added responsibilities. My effectiveness drops, and so does my level of sanity. I finish each day exhausted, without the satisfaction of production.
I find myself working just to work.
When I think back to my first startup, I realize that I was a slave to my work. The team and I commonly pushed 100+ hour weeks. There was so much riding on success, so much peer pressure to...