So, I kept seeing stuff about this Zach Laidlaw fella. Everyone talking about his approach, how he gets things done, his energy, whatever. I’m sitting here, feeling stuck, figured I’d give whatever he’s peddling a try. Can’t hurt, right? Needed something different.
Getting Started Was Weird
First off, trying to figure out what his actual thing was took longer than I expected. Lots of talk, not much clear instruction, you know? Finally found some breakdown of his morning habits or something. Seemed okay on the screen. Looked pretty straightforward. Planned to start on a Tuesday.
Tuesday morning rolls around. Alarm goes off way too early. Already felt like a failure. Dragged myself out of bed. The first step involved some kind of weird stretching or movement. Okay, let’s do this. Tried to follow the pictures I found online. It felt completely unnatural. My body just didn’t want to bend that way. Felt stiff, awkward. He probably makes it look effortless. Me? I felt like an old robot trying to dance.
The Actual Trying Part
Okay, pushed through the weird stretching. Next up was some kind of focus exercise. Sit still, breathe, clear your mind. Easier said than done when you’re still annoyed about the stretching and thinking about the pile of work waiting. My mind was racing, definitely not clear. Tried for like, five minutes. Felt like an hour.
- Tried the breathing thing.
- Mind went everywhere but ‘clear’.
- Felt kinda silly just sitting there.
- Gave up after what felt like ages (probably wasn’t).
Then there was supposed to be some specific type of journaling. Write down goals, reflections, whatever. I just stared at the blank page. What goals? To get through the day? To figure out why I was even doing this? Scribbled down some nonsense just to say I did it. Felt forced.
Did it Stick? Nah.
Look, I gave it a solid three days. Maybe that’s not enough, people will say. But honestly? It just felt like another chore. Something else to feel inadequate about when I couldn’t do it perfectly like this Laidlaw guy supposedly does. It didn’t give me a burst of energy. It didn’t make me feel focused. It just made me feel kinda clumsy and annoyed before my day even really started.
Maybe it works for him. Maybe it works for others. For me, it felt like putting on clothes that don’t fit. Uncomfortable, awkward, and not really my style. It reminded me of that time I tried to get into that super-hyped productivity app everyone swore by. Spent a week setting it up, used it for two days, then went back to my messy notebooks. Some things just don’t click, you know? So, yeah. Back to my old routine. It might not be fancy, but at least it doesn’t involve feeling like a pretzel at 6 AM.
