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May 17, 2019 15:57:46

Perfect Day

by @basilesamel PATRON | 583 words | 326πŸ”₯ | 368πŸ’Œ

Basile Samel

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Here is another thought experiment for you: what would be a perfect day?

Lou Reed sang it, it was more of a call to escapism than a perfect day:

Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.

What's a perfect day anyway? I'd argue it's a day you can't improve. And since days are the unit of life, they should fit in the bigger picture. A balance between delayed gratification and epicureanism.

It's 6 AM. The sun is rising, so do I. I reach my desk to shut down the alarm clock. Some sportswear has been placed methodically on a chair. I put it on and head downstairs.

The fresh morning air clears my clouded mind. I move some weight plates to the garden and start my workout. A fire slowly builds up in my guts, it's my metabolism soaring. I achieve my session with some stretching exercises. An hour went by.

I take a shower, put some clothes on, and prepare breakfast. Origano eggs with salt and pepper. Some water and a banana on the side.

I head back upstairs. I slowly sit on my bed, cross my legs, and switch on my phone to begin a 10-minute meditation session. I then make my bed.

Both mind and body are now rested and cleansed.

It's time to get stuff done, to grow and reach new heights. I go through a deep work session from 8 AM to 12 AM. I do offline writing first, for about an hour. Then I push at least two changes to my git repositories.

By 11 AM I'm done with the most important tasks of the day and I can start tackling the urgent ones. I open Slack. Then Twitter and my email account. Then my monitoring tools. I log all the tickets, answer any inquiry my users might have sent. I fix urgent bugs until hunger kicks in, if there are any. Otherwise, I just keep on shipping items from my to-do lists.

It's around noon and my stomach is crying for help. I have a light lunch, just enough to tame the hunger. I take news from my family.

After hunger, sleepiness manifests itself. I indulge in a 10-minute power nap to feel rejuvenated, followed by another short meditation session. The clock displays 2 PM.

The afternoon is dedicated to learning, reading, and experimenting with new technologies and ideas. I document everything. I tweet about it or wrote it down frantically on a piece of paper. I wrap up the day by pushing a change to a git repository.

The hunt is over by 6:30 PM, I can rejoice in celebration and share the fruits of my labor.

I'm going out with friends. Dinner is at 7 PM. French meals are notably long, we enjoy the food, the drinks, the conversation. It starts with predrinks, or "apΓ©ro". Then we proceed to share a simple yet imposing dish. A raclette, or something similar.

Somewhere between 9 and 10 PM, we move to a cozy bar to enjoy some live music, discuss life, and meet new people.

I come back home by 11:30 PM. I'm grateful for the day and close my eyes with the thought. Tomorrow is full of promises.

Mornings are meant to be spent in focused practice. Afternoons are full of discoveries. Evenings are festivities.

If I knew I was to die tomorrow, I probably wouldn't organize my day in such fashion, but at least I would die happy and fulfilled - doing what I love.

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    @basilesamel "Mornings are meant to be spent in focused practice. Afternoons are full of discoveries. Evenings are festivities." - the best things are arranged in threes. What a lovely structure of a perfect day! Nice πŸ‘

    Jason Leow avatar Jason Leow | May 17, 2019 22:08:31
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      @jasonleow Thank you :)

      Basile Samel avatar Basile Samel | May 17, 2019 16:11:22
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