Astray

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Something funny is happening on the planning podcast I listen to. The lady who runs it, a clinical psychologist with two kids and a successful podcast/life-coaching side hustle, had a “heart event” while running a half-marathon a few months ago. Now she is feeling “overwhelmed”—she released a new episode today about how to plan through “overwhelm”—because she is not as productive as she used to be because of going to too many doctor’s appointments and finding herself working evenings and weekends to make up for lost time. “I don’t want to spend Sunday afternoon making a PowerPoint at the last minute!” she said. “It is stressing me out!” In a recent episode about her morning routine, she confessed that she no longer wakes up at 4:30 AM “for the time being,” “in this season of life,” and has moved it to 5:30, presumably cutting down on her journaling and “ten minutes of reading nonfiction,” although, more likely, just her workout. I started listening to this podcast as part of my general push to consume time-management and organization content now that I am not scared of it only being relevant to type A psychos. Turns out that planning is for people who can’t manage their lives, I have been saying all year. Wrong again. It’s not that I want this lady to die, but it is beautiful that she is narrating her death in these sponsored 15 minute increments, dying doing what she loves. She can’t be humbled or chastened, just as I can’t stop fucking up.