Granted, they’re my own rules, but they are the rules, after all.
After a wonderful, restful weekend with my family, I woke up this morning — Monday morning — an hour before my alarm, lying in my bed, worrying about my day.
The to-do list I had written Friday was scrolling through my brain. I could hear the phone dialing in my head as I obsessed about the seven calls I had to make today.
So, instead of lying there any longer, I got up, fired up my laptop … and broke the rules.
Remember my rule about having a morning ritual? I broke it.
Or my rule about no email until 10 am? I broke that one, too.
In fact, by the time 9 am rolled around, I had done all my scheduled emails for the day, and knocked off about three priority to-do items.
Now, as I sit here and wrote thispst at 5:30 p.m., I can tell you it was worth it.
You see, as I lay in bed this morning, I could sense that my day was about to control me, instead of me controlling my day. I wasn’t about to let that happen, so I got up and punched my day right in the jaw.
In the interest of full disclosure, I had created my own mess.
I had some heavy travel days during the end of last week and allowed my email I box to gather more than 200 emails, and had put off a number of Important calls.
That cluttered inbox and to-do list led to a cluttered mind, and so (temporarily) broke my rules to take back control of my day and week.
I’m back on track, have an Inbox Zero, and I’ve front-loaded my week so that my daily priorities will get less and less as the week goes on.
Sometimes you just gotta break the rules.
As long as you get back to your program as soon as you’re back on track.