It is simple, in the flood of life, to turn into a reactor – to react to everything that surfaces, the minute it comes up, and give it your full focus until the following thing comes up.

This is, obviously, a formula for franticness. The sentiment of loss of authority over what you do and when is sufficient to drive you over the edge, and if that doesn’t get you, the destruction of incomplete ventures you leave afterward will unquestionably make up for lost time with you.

Having an inbox and preparing it efficiently can assist you with recovering a portion of that control. However, when you’ve prepared out your inbox and recorded all the undertakings you have to get breaking on, you despite everything need to make sense of what to do the extremely next moment. On which of those assignments will your time best be spent, and which ones can pause?

At the point when we don’t set needs, we will, in general, follow the easy way out. (What’s more, after the easy way out, as the late, extraordinary Utah Phillips reminded us, is the thing that makes the waterway warped!) That is, we’ll pick and sort through the things we have to do and take a shot at the most effortless ones – leaving the more troublesome and fewer enjoyment assignments for a “later” that, as a rule, never comes – or, more terrible, comes just before the activity should be done, tossing us into a tornado of movement, stress, and lament.