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I stare at my phone's clock. My watch isn't accurate enough for situations like this. Up the street I look for the bus, the one with the happy-looking dog on it. It's 3:22, and the bus was supposed to be there a minute ago. Normally I wouldn't expect that sort of on-time performance, but this is Japan we're talking about.
Finally the bus comes at 3:26. Five whole minutes late, maybe enough to completely sink me. I take a seat next to the door, poised to bolt as soon as we get to the station. The same traffic that made the bus late continues to slow it down, and I get to the train station seven agonizing minutes late.
I run from the bus to the station, tap my card, and bolt up the stairs to the Yamanote line. The train is there, so I have a split-second to choose: do I commit to that route, which would get me to the airport at 4:41, or do I take the Narita Express which will get me there at 4:53, guaranteed?
My flight leaves at 5:15, and I decide that 4:53 is probably not early enough, given that I have to go through passport control. Damn. I jump into the subway car and commit to the 4:41 train.
No amount of staring at my phone helps. I arrive at the transfer station just one minute after the train leaves. Now I'll get in at 5:01, which is absolutely too late. I'm missing my plane for sure.
I barely ever miss planes. I've cut it close a few times, but have maybe only missed a flight five times or so in my life. This is the first time I've missed an international flight.
At this point there is exactly one real option available to me: I can roll with the punches. Sometimes it feels like there are other options, but none of them are likely to get me home. So I take a deep breath, remind myself that being stressed or upset will only make things worth, and I relax. The tension of watching the clock is gone.
I think about my immediate plans. I'm supposed to spend twelve hours in San Francisco, and then head home to Vegas at eleven. I have a couple things planned for my day in San Francisco, but nothing absolutely critical. Getting to Vegas late wouldn't be a huge deal, either.
Okay, so one way or another, I'm going to end up in Vegas. So there's no problem, really. I'm in Tokyo, I'm going to end up in Vegas, and my job is to clear the best path between those two places as possible. It would be easy to feel like I was stranded or helpless, but I already know I'm going to end up at home.
My next step is to get on a plane while taking the least damage possible. No point in thinking of the flight I'm going to miss, and no point trying to get back as fast as possible. Those are the actions of a panicked person. A rational one would just try to end up home as cheaply as possible.
I end up having to pay $100, which I think I may be able to get retroactively waived. Maybe not, but that's not so bad. After all, I should have checked my transit schedules much earlier. A hundred bucks isn't a bad price to pay for that lesson.
And now I'm on a plane. It's a middle row, and the guy next to me isn't exactly svelte, but I'm on my way home. And I got lucky-- this flight arrives only an hour later, so my plans didn't get interrupted.
That's how you roll with the punches. You remind yourself that it's not such a big deal, and get yourself into a mental state to make the decisions you'll have to make. You figure out what outcome is really important to achieve, and then you methodically make decisions to get there. You'll take some hits, but you can deal with them, and the whole thing will eventually become just a footnote in your past.
Photo is some incredible Gyokuro I had at Higashiya in Ginza, Tokyo.
Just arrived at Brest, France on the cruise. Shout-out to readers Kevin and Anna, who also just happen to be on the ship.
Pretty much done with my next book. Going to use the next few days to flesh out a few gaps. Editing might take a while, but hoping to have it out in July.
It's got to be on millions of people's bucket lists. It was on mine, too. My friends and I were going to Jordan, and my one must-do was to go to Petra, the famous city carved from rock in a canyon. And yet, as we were about to go, I didn't want to go anymore.
Going just didn't sound that interesting to me. I imagined making the three hour drive, looking around, being unfulfilled, and then coming back.
The night before, I felt the same way about going to the dead sea. It was cold, and all I wanted to do was sit in the warm car. Even as I paid my $15 and shivered my way down to the water, I told everyone I wasn't going to go in because the water would be too cold.
A few days later we arrived in Egypt. I tried to get excited, but mostly I was looking forward to our flight out of there to the next place.
It is fairly easy to avoid getting rejected. Just don't step up to the plate and you can never strike out. If you really look at it, this is the modus operandi for most people. They're filter feeders, taking whatever comes their way, doing their best with it, but never going out and actively trying to get what they want.
For better or worse, this works okay in our society. Unless you're really near the poverty end of the scale, there's a default life waiting for you. On one end it might be working two shifts, scraping by, but being comfortable on your secondhand couch watching TV. Or on the other end it might be eating from the silver spoon until your inheritance creates a silver spoon for your kids.
If you want that default, whatever it may be, you can just go with the flow. If you want something else, you have to be proactive.
Recently I've been thinking about how this applies to social situations as well. If you only meet the people in your predefined social circles, don't go terribly out of your way to become better friends or be an especially good friend, you'll still be fine. Or at least, you probably won't be lonely.
I've been called unbalanced many times. Not mentally unbalanced (that I know of), but unbalanced in terms of how I spend my time. I spent a whole year doing nothing but pickup. Three years doing nothing but working 12+ hours a day. A lot of time traveling like a maniac. Sometimes people think I work way too much, sometimes way too little. Where's the moderation?
Multitasking was a really sexy until every study proved that monotasking was better. Focus on one thing, then another, then another. Don't try to do all three at once. Extreme focus led to balanced productivity in the end.
I think the same is true on a larger scale. Dedicating your life to mastery in a certain area for months or years at a time unlocks benefits not otherwise available. When your life is "about" something, you prioritize better, go deeper, and get help more from people.
Most people who know me would probably use "well-rounded" to describe me. And if you look at my history, you'd probably agree. I've seen a lot of the world, produced a lot of work, have some level of mastery over social skills, have hard technical skills, and have checked so many items off my bucket list that I probably need a new bucket.
You might wonder why I haven't mentioned a word about WifeQuest 9000 since posting a post saying I'm single. Maybe you've assumed that things are going really poorly, and I don't want to talk about it. That might be what I would have assumed.
The truth is that I've had to wait because of a prank that needed to happen...
After writing that post, I got way more responses than I anticipated. This swamped me with email, especially because I didn't lay out any sort of process for introducing me. So some introductions had pictures, some didn't; some had locations, some didn't; some were directly to me, others directly to the girl, others to both. It quickly became a mess and I fell behind in returning emails.
So, first, if I didn't write you back, or if you introduced me and I didn't thank you: sorry. I got overwhelmed and was traveling at the time. The quality of introductions was really good and I'm grateful for them.
My motorcycle gave me three years of virtually no problems. Then water got into the tank and caused it to intermittently stop running. A week after I had that fixed, the fuel pump broke, maybe because of the water issue. Once that was fixed, the bike felt better than ever, and I felt good making a 200 mile round-trip journey to Carmel, CA with Justine on the back.
Our ride down was as pleasant as a three hour ride on a small street bike can be. Our legs cramped up a bit, and the backpack I fastened to the tank slid around, but the beautiful scenery of the pacific coast highway kept us pleasantly distracted.
After a visit to Carmel that went by too quickly, we loaded up the motorcycle again and headed back on Sunday afternoon.
We took highway one up to Santa Cruz, and then decided to take route 17 over the mountain to save some time and see something different. The bike charged up the mountain until we were about 90% of the way to the top, and then it died.
Let's say you're going to put ten hours of effort into something, either a project or a habit. Your goal, or one of them, is to get as much out of those ten hours as possible. What will be important at the end isn't the number of hours put in, but the results.
One of the factors contributing to how effectively you spend your time is how you divide it. Do you do it all in one chunk? Ten one-hour chunks? Six hundred single minute chunks?
The answer to that depends heavily on the task, but for many habits, daily execution is ideal. You can break something huge like language learning into daily chunks that are manageable. You get the benefit of constant forward momentum. It's easy to remember that you're supposed to do something every day.
Someone asked, at a recent reader meetup in Budapest, how I do things every day. At this point it's such a fundamental part of who I am that I don't have an immediate answer other than: I just do them. But having to answer an earnest question made me think about it in depth. I used to be the kind of person who couldn't do anything on a regular daily basis. What changed?
You don't have to look very far to see indicators that maybe we don't have the best relationship with food. Most people are overweight, unhealthy, and making little to no effort to change those things. These are, presumably, good people who want to do what's best for themselves and their families.
The problem with our relationship with food is that it serves as both fuel and as pleasure, and the pleasure aspect hijacks the fuel aspect. How often do you eat what you need rather than what you want?
I get as much pleasure from food as anyone else. I had mandarin gelato in Rome a few days ago that was unspeakably delicious. And even though I eat the same thing every day when I'm not traveling, I really do love my sardines and Chipotle. But I always think of food as fuel primarily.
There's a range of entertainment, from positive stuff like physical activity and museum-hopping down to doing methamphetamine. Each of these has positive and negative aspects, but the former side of the scale is overwhelmingly positive, while the latter is overwhelmingly negative.
I can't imagine that working at a car rental place is much fun. Especially if you're working in Las Vegas and the line is full of angry customers who have waited an hour only to be barraged with company-managed upsells. I wasn't angry, but I was definitely in line for about an hour waiting to pick up my rental car in Las Vegas.
My friend and I got to the front of the line, and immediately started jokng with the woman behind the desk. We said that we'd like an upgrade to a car with spinning rims, and that it must be good for drive-bys. When she laughed and feigned terror, we invited her into the "business". By the end we were laughing together and she upgraded us to a convertible for free after quietly mumbling "There's a promotion..."
Cruising down the strip in our cherry Sebring Convertible, we talked about the merits of just being friendly and joking around with people.
Fundamentally, people want to get along. My sister went to a plant nursery that was slammed on Yelp for having an unfriendly and sour owner. She made it her mission to be friendly every time in, and eventually they became friends. Few people are really mean and nasty people by nature, rather than by circumstance.