The most valuable hour of my day
happens before anyone needs me.
No pings. No requests. No one’s urgency but my own.
For a long time I gave that hour away.
Straight to the inbox, reacting before I’d even thought.
Now I guard it.
The first hour goes to the work that’s mine.
The hard thing. The real thing.
Everything after rides on it.
A morning spent reacting
becomes a day spent reacting.
The world can have me at nine.
The first hour, I keep.
– Serguey Asael Shinder
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