I went past a petrol station and it was packed with people with wait times through the roof. This morning I visited the same petrol station but I had the place to my self.
Why?
Well it seems obvious, right. The first visit was 9.48am on a Saturday morning.
The second time was 7:02am on a Sunday morning.
The same thing happened at my gym. Monday morning at 6.30 am it’s packed and you’ll be lucky to get a spot at the hip thrust machine.
The same gym (and hip thrust machine) was completely free at 6.30 pm on a Friday.
The hidden space and time I’m talking about is the made up meanings and associations we have about where we should be and when.
Sure this reality is a persistent illusion (as Einstein would say) but it is just an illusion.
They say work has to start at 9am on Monday and that Friday night is for partying and that Saturday mornings are for road trips to start.
But if you can divorce yourself from everyone else’s stories, you get to stop waiting in everyone else’s lines.
