Back in high school, my entire day was planned. For each month. From August – May. As a classic Gen X attention deficit teen, I thrived on constant structure. I always knew where I would be next: English class, History Class, Track practice, Ballet lesson, Theatre….
My transition to the business world brought my regimented life to a screeching halt. Now, instead of 57 minutes of this, 48 minutes of that, I had 8 hours of “what?” I had 480 minutes a day for projects and deadlines. To make matters more confusing, I had nothing to do after work, except think about what I would do tomorrow at work. For 480 more minutes.
Two years later, I rediscovered extra-curricular activities: I remembered how much I loved art class and recruited comrades for Sips and Strokes; I started taking Yoga classes; I compiled a list of classic lit pieces I never read in graduate school.
It was disorienting to live life without the small, structural pleasures that kept it relevant. Staying committed to a schedule outside of work keeps me interested in each day. If you feel “suspended” this time of year, it may be time for you to reconnect with your own lost passions. At least, it will give you something to do between Super Bowl Sunday and St. Patrick’s Day.
And hey, if you need something to get you started, I have a Mahjong club that meets every Sunday.