At the pace of habit

Up, breakfast, tidy up self, tidy up home, cross the front yard to the garage into my office, lights on, wake computer. Work begins.

Wake up in a foreign bed. Wrong time. Fix yourself a bit. Investigate breakfast. Execute on breakfast. Fix yourself more, probably. Meander towards whatever will be your office today. Work might begin?

I like travelling, I like variety and I like novelty. But it wreaks havoc on productivity. It is not that I'm a productivity machine whenever I sit down to work. It is not about intensely cranking out fire. Just the drumbeat of a habit is a very hard pace to beat from a café, then a train, then someone else's office, then a social situation.

This is to be expected. Working on a train is hit-and-miss for me. And there's just a lot of slop and slack in travel.

If you think of it as cost it is not a particularly positive calculation. Means the value of the travel needs to be high to provide a good ROI. I mostly don't measure that way. But it is impossible not to consider whether the juice is worth the squeeze.

I mostly enjoy it enough that I consider it worthwhile.

It is just the case that few things beat the productivity, pace and value of a well-worked routine.

Do you have a routine? Is it serving you? I'd be curious to hear about your faves. You can reply to this email or poke me on the fedi @lawik@fosstodon.org, I enjoy hearing your thoughts.

Thanks for reading. I appreciate it.