It’s got to be fun.

If you’re doing anything, and you want to stick at it, you’ve got to make it fun.

For me, fun is variety, surprise, chaos, ludicrous challenges, stupidity for the sheer joy of being stupid, mistake-making, game-playing, all the senses in a whirl, the thrill of ignorance becoming the lust for knowing, physically tired but bright-eyed and zingy in the brainpan, drawing big looping arrows and ringing words wildly with a ballpoint pen (this is important), activity, achievable goals capping impossible ones, really strong coffee, variety, surprise, chaos, variety, surprise, chaos.

On Friday, I wrote a useful routine for myself for getting things done – less a list than a program, a series of super-efficient, time-conserving commands that would squeeze every drop of productivity from my Saturday. It was great. I’d get so much done!

On Saturday, I went and did fun things instead.

Yesterday, I wrote a few things down on a piece of paper and tried to work out how I’d have the most fun doing them.

They’re now done.

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Tell me something really, really daft you once did at work that made the whole day bearable.