Poor Richard's Alman*ck

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

What does it say about a man's heart when his ceiling remains on the floor a month after it has fallen?

In a former life I worked in Project Management. There are a number of methods and approaches to following a sequence of steps to accomplish a goal. For reasons not even my therapist can discern, I could diligently manage the most complex of projects at work, while struggling to master a process as daunting as flossing at home.

A lot has been written about personal productivity. A lot. Like, a lot. Which means almost all of it is nonsense. If any method were marginally successful, people would be doing things rather than buying books which they might read about doing things, decade after decade.

How hard can it be to manage one's commitments and responsibilities? If we look at the best-sellers in productivity on Amazon, pretty f<cking hard.*

Gone are the days of Stephen Covey and David Allen. Now we have men who curse at us like the drill sergeants we never had growing up.

How'd we get here? And which one of these books is going to get my ceiling back to where it is supposed to be?

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*Millennials believe flirting with aesthetic boundaries connotes authenticity. It was jarring walking into a bookstore when this sort of profane behavior received the seal of approval of an institution as radical as Barnes and Noble. The wall of lightly elided curse words and admixture of war culture and pop psychology pinned me to the floor. 

Mind you, this is the same demographic who taught us of micro-aggressions and believes that any truly socially transgressive behavior be met with social murder: racist, sexist, transphobic, etc. speech, for instance.