The Sense of Time (Part 1) - Why president Obama and you DON'T have the same 24hours in a day
Happy Thursday World!
There is something to be said about this social and scientific phenomenon called T.I.M.E.
It seems that lately the phrase "I don't have time" is gaining the same stigma as "The dog ate my homework"... Or doesn't it? Maybe the dog actually ate your homework! I know mine started chewing on my client's contract once- they made a mess.
But, the question still remains... Do we or do we NOT have the same 24 hours in a day as President Obama?
Well... Not really, we do not! But, we do all have 24 hours... I'm so confused Andrina ! :(
Allow me to launch a firework in your dark skies!
Having been working in sales and marketing for the past six years, I came to know a few tricks that would have you sign on the dotted line. One of them is the time paradox; if your objection is "I don't have time", then the statement follows " We all have the same 24 hours in a day! So it's probably not the time that you don't have, but the planning of your days, weeks, months..." And the punch line... here it comes! Are you ready for it ? "If President Obama runs a country with the same 24 hours, you can also (insert sales pitch)". Then you have this perplexed look on your face and feel so small thinking that your 'no time' excuse is really that much more pathetic... You can barely run a Facebook feed!
Please understand that if you are sitting down listening to a sales presentation, this line is strategically used to have you thinking that you are being shallow with your decision, and you just have to sign on the dotted line, thank you very much!
I am here not to sell you, but to awaken your senses. And this time around, we are diving into the S.E.N.S.E. O.F. T.I.M.E.
Here's when I show you how great a lawyer I'd make if I really would want to pursue Law!
We all DO have
The same 24 hours in a day as President Obama, but how we P.R.I.O.R.I.T.I.Z.E. our time makes the difference between being a productive smart cookie or an all time slow cooked procrastinator (although slow cooked dishes taste delicious, the actual process of cooking takes a long time... Kind of like you, when you take a two hour break watching YouTube videos and starring at pictures on Facebook when you should be organizing your Google calendar for this month).
When we take a look at the mathematical aspect of time, yesterday's 24 hours were offered to President Obama, Oprah, Einstein and yourself! It is not the amount of hours that we are given, but how we utilize it and how E.F.F.I.C.I.E.N.T. we are with each and every second. If I were to give you 100 hours in a day right now, I betcha you'd try your best to finish the last season of Walking Dead rather than learning another language. Okay, maybe not everyone but 80% of the population would chose an activity that relaxes them rather than doing something amazingly sensational.
When we take a look at the mathematical aspect of time, yesterday's 24 hours were offered to President Obama, Oprah, Einstein and yourself! It is not the amount of hours that we are given, but how we utilize it and how E.F.F.I.C.I.E.N.T. we are with each and every second. If I were to give you 100 hours in a day right now, I betcha you'd try your best to finish the last season of Walking Dead rather than learning another language. Okay, maybe not everyone but 80% of the population would chose an activity that relaxes them rather than doing something amazingly sensational.
You must have heard about this interesting 80/20 theory. It is used in so many areas, applied to so many concepts, one of them being wealth. If we slide on the smarty pants here and look at the 20% of the world's population owning 80% of the world's wealth a.k.a. Mullah, it's hard not to think about what they actually do with their time. So, I have reasons to believe that these people MUST be sensationally smart with their time- they clearly own 80% of the planet! So it must be that the 20% of the wealthiest people on Earth would do wonders with those 100 hours I'd offer, where as the other 80% would most likely use it for leisure activities.
If I had 100 hours in a day... I would rule the World to be the most magical kingdom in the multiverse.
Yes, I would do that all by myself!
Well... this leads me to my next point.
If I had 100 hours in a day... I would rule the World to be the most magical kingdom in the multiverse.
Yes, I would do that all by myself!
Well... this leads me to my next point.
We all DO NOT have
The same 24 hours in a day as President Obama. His 24 hours are extra special and one of my insiders has used a candid camera to capture a day in the life of the Obamas. We have exclusive footage to share with you, that not even TMZ can get their hands on. For the purpose of avoiding the online scandals, I will narrate what was captured on tape. Here goes:
The alarm clock shows 5:59 AM. President Obama is sleeping in his bed, a little drool coming out of the right corner of his mouth. The First Lady has one hand stretched out to the President's forehead where she fell asleep last night after gently massaging his temples. The air is still inside the White House, not one inch moving... Even the dog looks paralized in his little doggy bed.
The alarm clock shows 6:00 AM and the annoying noise it makes sounds like someone breaking into Hulk's lab. NEEA! NEEA! NEEA! NEEA! NEEA! NEEA! and the Obamas jump off the pillow, look at each other and yell: "We're late!" They wiggle their feet nervously, look left and right, spring out of bed, run to the shower, get in the bathtub, turn on the water: "Aaaaa!", they both scream. The shower head sprinkled cold water on their bare skin. The President shampoos, the First Lady reaches for the soap, slips out of her hand, bends down to look for it, PG18!
Time to brush teeth, blow dry hair, stare at the closet, try 3 different sets of clothes, pick one, storm out the bedroom door. President Obama knocks on Malia and Sasha's door: "Five minutes until I come in! Better be ready 'cuz 'Merica won't wait for you!" The First Lady starts cooking breakfast for the family, puts together the shopping list for tonight's dinner, packs the girls' lunch boxes, checks off today's after school activities, calls the nanny to make sure she won't be late this time around, spills coffee on the blue dress, let's out an F word, grabs Tide ToGo, rubs it in... PERFECT!
The President returns to Malia and Sasha's bedroom, opens the door and his jaw drops: "Ladies, wipe off that red lipstick on your mouth, and the Goth black eye liner scene! No man will want to be with you when you look like that, no matter how many millions of dollars your daddy has in his account! Getty up, and let's have breakfast!". Then, as he passes by the mirror in the hallway, he sees this white hair sticking out of his nose. Rushes back to the washroom, picks up the tweezers, removes the devil and says: "God bless America!".
The girls are ready, the dress is stain free, the hair is out of the nose, the Obamas are ready to roll!
They jump into their Honda Civic, drop off the girls, and then head over to the Pentagon. They do the regular 9-5 in meetings, admin work, lunch break, kicking the dysfunctional printer, grabbing a third large double double from Tim Horton's, checking Facebook and Live. Life. Through Your Senses blog, which has become their favourite all time blog spot. 5PM comes around, the President and First Lady squeeze back into their Honda Civic, turn on Virgin Radio, have a one hour bumper to bumper drive to the grocery store. The President stops by the cigar factory, while the First Lady picks up tonight's dinner ingredients. They both meet back at the car and drive home where their lovely daughters are finishing off homework while the nanny is watching TV.
The First Lady cooks dinner, the President checks emails, and the girls play with Bo (the dog). They gather at the table, say a prayer, "God bless America!", eat, have small talk, put the dishes in the washer, watch some TV, change into their PJ's, put the girls to bed, do some push ups and squats, brush teeth and kiss each other good night.
As you can tell, we all DO NOT have the same 24 hours in a day to run a country!
AHAHAHAHA!
How can someone possibly compare you with the President?
It is absurd! Rude! Mindless!
America is not run by one man. It is run by a team! President Obama is the face of the team and the decision maker for most milestones. He does not run the country, but plan how the country will run. He does not train the army, write his own speeches, check on the turkey in the oven, throw the laundry into the drier or chop celery stick to eat with peanut butter for tomorrow's midday snack!
President Obama has his 24 hours plus thousands of other people's 24 hours to run the country !
What can you learn from this?
Time is valuable!
We do not all have the same 24 hours in a day because sometimes the chores that take up most of our daily time are not leveraged to other people.
Here's what to do next time you are served this kind of BS on a platter :
Smile!
And say: "That's an interesting comparison! I know someone who specializes in time management... She has a blog called Live. Life. Through Your Senses. You should check it out!". Smoothly slide over my business card. It is the best way to say F.U. without even saying it ;)
So, that's it World!
oxx,
"You can always make more money, but you can never make more time." - Andrina Stan
P.S. Stay tuned for Part 2 of the Sense Of Time... where we recover from laughing out loud and discover how we can become the SENSE-a-tional human in our LIFE-TIME.
The alarm clock shows 5:59 AM. President Obama is sleeping in his bed, a little drool coming out of the right corner of his mouth. The First Lady has one hand stretched out to the President's forehead where she fell asleep last night after gently massaging his temples. The air is still inside the White House, not one inch moving... Even the dog looks paralized in his little doggy bed.
The alarm clock shows 6:00 AM and the annoying noise it makes sounds like someone breaking into Hulk's lab. NEEA! NEEA! NEEA! NEEA! NEEA! NEEA! and the Obamas jump off the pillow, look at each other and yell: "We're late!" They wiggle their feet nervously, look left and right, spring out of bed, run to the shower, get in the bathtub, turn on the water: "Aaaaa!", they both scream. The shower head sprinkled cold water on their bare skin. The President shampoos, the First Lady reaches for the soap, slips out of her hand, bends down to look for it, PG18!
Time to brush teeth, blow dry hair, stare at the closet, try 3 different sets of clothes, pick one, storm out the bedroom door. President Obama knocks on Malia and Sasha's door: "Five minutes until I come in! Better be ready 'cuz 'Merica won't wait for you!" The First Lady starts cooking breakfast for the family, puts together the shopping list for tonight's dinner, packs the girls' lunch boxes, checks off today's after school activities, calls the nanny to make sure she won't be late this time around, spills coffee on the blue dress, let's out an F word, grabs Tide ToGo, rubs it in... PERFECT!
The President returns to Malia and Sasha's bedroom, opens the door and his jaw drops: "Ladies, wipe off that red lipstick on your mouth, and the Goth black eye liner scene! No man will want to be with you when you look like that, no matter how many millions of dollars your daddy has in his account! Getty up, and let's have breakfast!". Then, as he passes by the mirror in the hallway, he sees this white hair sticking out of his nose. Rushes back to the washroom, picks up the tweezers, removes the devil and says: "God bless America!".
The girls are ready, the dress is stain free, the hair is out of the nose, the Obamas are ready to roll!
They jump into their Honda Civic, drop off the girls, and then head over to the Pentagon. They do the regular 9-5 in meetings, admin work, lunch break, kicking the dysfunctional printer, grabbing a third large double double from Tim Horton's, checking Facebook and Live. Life. Through Your Senses blog, which has become their favourite all time blog spot. 5PM comes around, the President and First Lady squeeze back into their Honda Civic, turn on Virgin Radio, have a one hour bumper to bumper drive to the grocery store. The President stops by the cigar factory, while the First Lady picks up tonight's dinner ingredients. They both meet back at the car and drive home where their lovely daughters are finishing off homework while the nanny is watching TV.
The First Lady cooks dinner, the President checks emails, and the girls play with Bo (the dog). They gather at the table, say a prayer, "God bless America!", eat, have small talk, put the dishes in the washer, watch some TV, change into their PJ's, put the girls to bed, do some push ups and squats, brush teeth and kiss each other good night.
As you can tell, we all DO NOT have the same 24 hours in a day to run a country!
AHAHAHAHA!
How can someone possibly compare you with the President?
It is absurd! Rude! Mindless!
America is not run by one man. It is run by a team! President Obama is the face of the team and the decision maker for most milestones. He does not run the country, but plan how the country will run. He does not train the army, write his own speeches, check on the turkey in the oven, throw the laundry into the drier or chop celery stick to eat with peanut butter for tomorrow's midday snack!
President Obama has his 24 hours plus thousands of other people's 24 hours to run the country !
What can you learn from this?
Time is valuable!
We do not all have the same 24 hours in a day because sometimes the chores that take up most of our daily time are not leveraged to other people.
Here's what to do next time you are served this kind of BS on a platter :
Smile!
And say: "That's an interesting comparison! I know someone who specializes in time management... She has a blog called Live. Life. Through Your Senses. You should check it out!". Smoothly slide over my business card. It is the best way to say F.U. without even saying it ;)
So, that's it World!
oxx,
"You can always make more money, but you can never make more time." - Andrina Stan
P.S. Stay tuned for Part 2 of the Sense Of Time... where we recover from laughing out loud and discover how we can become the SENSE-a-tional human in our LIFE-TIME.
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