Every Friday morning I take a yoga class. I don’t have time to do this. It truly is the last thing I should be doing if I want to maximize my productivity. That is, if you measure productivity by the number of hours you sit staring at a screen, which is what I did for a long time.
“If you want to succeed, get your (censored) in the seat!” is what I told myself for years. After all, isn’t that what employers drilled into me? Don’t dare leave until the clock strikes 5pm, and even then, give it a few minutes so you don’t look like you’re trying to escape from solitary confinement. If you’re chatting, daydreaming or surfing online, then obviously you are not earning your keep.
The message drilled into us is: If I don’t look like I’m working, I can’t actually be working. And yet I now know that this is absolute, ahem, malarkey. That weekly yoga class that gets me to work two hours late is probably the best thing I do to boost my productivity and creativity all week.
How can this be?