“I heard you on Jay Shetty’s podcast. How did you get on it?”
“I saw your book hit the Wall Street Journal bestseller list. How did you do it?”
“I heard you on Jay Shetty’s podcast. How did you get on it?”
“I saw your book hit the Wall Street Journal bestseller list. How did you do it?”
You know the feeling.
You’re sitting at your desk as the clock ticks toward 5 pm. There’s a half-drunk, lukewarm coffee on your desk and a blinking cursor on the computer screen in front of you.
When I get on an airplane, I usually follow the same ritual.
I take my seat and open up my laptop to do some work. When it’s time for takeoff, I begrudgingly put the laptop away. I twiddle my thumbs until the plane reaches 10,000 feet and that comforting chime tells me that I can pull out my laptop and go back to being productive.
After his father died, the physicist Richard Feynman went into a deep depression.
He found himself unable to work on research problems. So he told himself that he’d instead play with physics—not for immediate practical results, but for its own sake.