I've been considering adding more inefficiency in my life. It's time I embraced it. Instead of trying to be a finely tuned, get-things-done-machine, I could be a bit more human and exist between my tasks.

Our careers shape our lives. Being a programmer for the last 10 years has shaped my life. Primarily, it has lured me into optimizing my personal life: Creative projects. Personal admin. Relationships. Content. Time. Time is one of those things that I try to optimize. Only in the last few years have I really begun to question the driving force behind that engine.

Instead, some possible useful inefficiencies I could explore:

• Reading more books.
• Using my imagination.
• Sitting with my eyes closed.
• Working on only one project at a time, until it's finished.
• Eating; not Eating & Reading.
• Biking without music.

How long can I sustain this? How long before the batteroids come for me — the infamous, invisible creatures of lore, hell-bent on amping one up with the fuel of a thousand voltaic cells?

Surely it goes against the natural order of things; to be down by the river, sitting, resting, dreaming, an intermittent wind passing through me.