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Time

How do you manage your time?
My time is determined by my priorities and my needs. 
Free days - are for recharging, self-care and detaching from work  Focus days - are for fostering my important relationships (meetings), problem solving, and creating Busy days - are for completing tasks, organizing, and generally  just doing
We each require varying degrees of time spent on these activities, depending on our needs, personalities, stages of life and external demands. I normally have the equivalent of 1 Free day, 2 Focus days  and 4 Busy days each week. And when Free and Focus days start to slip, I start to exhibit signs of discontent, or I feel out of alignment, so I go back to reworking my schedule until I find the right balance. 

And perhaps the most important thing to consider in all of this is, who are you spending your time with?

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