I have a friend — damn him — who does not respond to emails and texts after 6 pm. He’s closed up shop. Last night I had this sinking feeling after I’d digitally reached out to him . . . and saw it was 7-ish.
Though it wouldn’t work for me at this juncture in my life, I immensely respect that he powers down at the end of his work day.
I handle it a little differently. There are pockets of time throughout the day when I’m incommunicado during certain activities. When I’m engaged with a client. When I’m in a meeting. During creative time. Playing with Zane outside. Dates with my wife! (Though she took a call once . . . from her mother of all people.)
It’s the boundaries we set for sanity that make a life worth living.
As he says:
I make up for shutting down at 6 p.m. by getting started before 6 a.m.
Good on ya, Angel Dude.
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