The Last Slot

Ask anyone what matters most to them, and they'll answer in one second. Their kids. Their partner. Their health. The thing they've always wanted to make.

Then look at their week. Not the one they'd describe. The one that actually happened. There's always a good reason. And it's always just this once.

Monday fills up. Tuesday was already full. One favor. One deadline. One thing that really can't wait. Nothing in there is wrong. It just all went in first.

And the most important thing in your life gets a slot too. Sunday evening. Twenty minutes. Right after the laundry, and with one eye on the phone. And if something comes up, that's the slot that moves.

You'd never say it comes last. And you don't mean it to. But a calendar can't hear what you say. It only shows where you were. And the people in that last slot can read a calendar too.

So try it once the other way around. Take an empty week. No heroic changes. Just one. And before anything else goes in...

Put that in first. One evening. Fixed. It doesn't have to be the biggest block. It only has to be the one that doesn't move when something else comes up.

Everything else will still fit. It always does. Work is surprisingly good at finding room. The important thing never was. It needs you to hold its place. What gets the last slot in your week?