A few months ago, I supported the go-live of a large, organization-wide project. Along with many other poor souls, I ended up being given a crash-course on becoming a zombie:
|start working more than 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, living out of a hotel room|
As much as I want to rail against being labelled a “planner,” I can’t help myself. I’m a man with a plan. I like planning things: it reduces stress in my life, especially when things go differently than expected. And when things do go differently – as is bound to happen from time to time – I have the original plan in my head to understand what the impacts are and what needs to be done to still achieve the desired outcome. I find good planning makes things much more enjoyable because I worry less about the “what-ifs;” it frames the options that are available to respond to the unexpected. Moreover, having a plan frees up my mental energy and allows me to focus on other things.