I never thought I’d follow a dieting fad. I always prided myself on being the type of laid-back person who worked as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted. But recently, I noticed I was working nearly nonstop. When I wasn’t literally working, I was thinking about work. As I’ve gotten older, my body just can’t absorb that much work anymore.
Then, a friend of mine—I swear, a perfectly normal person who would never do anything dangerous or unhealthy, who would never starve her employer of work—told me about intermittent working.
The basic idea is that you pick a certain time segment of the day, such as 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., and work only during those hours.
I know, I know. When you first hear about intermittent working, it sounds impossible.
At first, it was really hard. I craved work every hour of the day and night. But within a week, I was already experiencing the benefits of intermittent working. My bloodshot eyes faded from red to dark pink, and my back hunch started to unfurl. I found myself forming new thoughts—ideas and concerns that had nothing to do with performing wage labor.