Cal Newport

I woke up early.

The entire mountaintop at the lodge where I was staying was shrouded in fog.

So I brewed some coffee and I went for a walk to do some thinking.

There's a nice little footpath at my resort that winds up on a nearby hillside.

I then did some work on my book in a, I don't know how else to explain this.

It's like a rock-hued atrium.

overlooking the mountainside with an artificial waterfall falling.

So it's an interesting place to get something done.

After that, I met up with some of my writer friends at a local gym.

where a trainer that some of us know, shout out to Zach of Strength Ratio, put us through a workout that I'll be honest with you, still has left me sore.

Don't even talk to me about pendulum squats.

It's too soon for me to go there again.

Then we relocated as a group to an office to brainstorm and chat about what's going on in our careers, the things that worry us about publishing, our plans for continuing to thrive in this industry.

In some sense, let's step back, in some sense,

This day was remarkably unproductive in the sense that I didn't actually finish a lot of work or answer a lot of messages or otherwise, as they say, get after it.

But in another sense, today was remarkably productive.

I've had a demanding semester and it really wore me down.

I was wearing a lot of hats.

I was really busy.

I felt stuck on a lot of the bigger things I cared about.