Between bites of kimchi, my friend told me about her goal of developing a weekly rhythm at work. She pinched a clump of rice between her chopstick and explained that this would increase her productivity.
As I drove home, I ruminated on the taste of garlic and the differences between our jobs. My friend depends on weekly and daily goals to keep her from drowning in a sea of details. I don’t have that problem. Each morning I find a schedule laying on the mahogany desk–my marching orders for the day.
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One of the perks to being a nurse practitioner is that when I sign off on the last patient’s chart my day is done. No long-term projects to bleed into my weekend. No need for goals to organize my time.
