it's that time again...

Yep, it’s that time again… 

Preparation for the next round of fuckoffery has begun!

Fuckoffery

/fʌkˈɒfəri/

noun

1. The act of “fucking off” and disappearing from responsibilities while simultaneously making more money.

This period of fuckoffery will be strictly travel-based.

From Nov 22nd to Jan 7th I will go: Paris -> Dubai -> Bangkok -> Seoul -> Tokyo -> Bali -> Melbourne.

I aim to achieve a fuckoffery index of 85 or higher on this trip.

To calculate such an index, multiply how much fun you have (1-10) by how well your business functions while you’re gone (1-10).

Let’s say you have 9/10 fun but your biz operates at a 5/10.

Your index would be 9x5 = 45.

Not a good score. You had fun but your business suffered.

True Entreflâneurs have fun while maintaining rockin’ businesses.

This is a great way to play the game.

Making time for fun introduces constraints that make you more effective.

For example, I have 44 days until I embark on this epic travel quest.

I will still do some work on the trip.

Dirty little confession: even on vacation, I still like to crank out a few widgets in the morning.

I WILL be traveling though, which means the work should be light.

Expectations of earth-shifting progress should be low.

This is why I’ve compressed all major Q4 initiatives to a completion date of Nov 22nd.

The effects of this deadline have been astounding. I have become wonderfully locked in.

Such is the beauty of setting artificial constraints: you get dat shit done.

So, to anyone reading who may be feeling a little bit of burnout…

Go plan some fuckoffery.

Jet off somewhere you’ve never been.

Explore some more of the earth while you’re still young and supple.

Set a date a few months from now and then hunker down until then.

You will work harder than ever before.

I know because science.

There’s this 1950s experiment where scientists plopped rats in water and had them swim to death.

The poor rodents expired after a mere 15 minutes of paddling.

Then, the scientists made one small adjustment…

They rescued the rats right before they went under and let them rest for a bit.

After a few minutes, they plopped the rats back into their water caskets.

This time the rats swam for as long as 60 hours before drowning.

Insane.

Conclusion: checkpoints matter and these rats gave their lives to prove it!

Let’s make sure the rats did not die in vain.

Here is the lesson:

Business and life can be tough. Sometimes you feel like a drowning rodent with no hope of rescue.

The good news is you can make plans to pluck yourself out at a future date.

There’s only one rule: you can only get out if you’ve completed tasks a, b, and c.

Now you have both a checkpoint and a constraint.

This is how you’re going to swim harder and longer than ever before.

Let’s pour one out for the rats. 🐀 

Graydon

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Cool things I found during my weekly internet stroll.

Incredibly detailed and beautiful view of a whale’s eye.

German towel-supported knife defense lesson. Reminds of this Jim Carey Living Colour scene.

When I die I want my body to be Gyoto rubbed.

Served up by Spijker & me.

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