“Time is the scarcest resource of the manager; If it is not managed, nothing else can be managed." – Peter Drucker

One feature of being human is we understand the concept of future. We project ourselves into it and understand our eventual mortality. As philosopher Stephen Cave puts it, “we live with this sense of personal apocalypse,” and it drives our busyness. It drives how we choose to spend our time. How we spend that time shapes who we become.
Busyness. Great word.
When I started in business two words drilled into me were “prioritization” and “allocation.” Everything in business life is viewed as an allocation problem. As in “you have limited resources to allocate.” Money, people, time.
On reflection, I have come to see time as different from resources like money and people. Time is a non-renewable resource. It moves in one direction and can't be replaced or replenished. As such, you don't need to allocate time, you need to prioritize it.
Alan Weiss, superstar consultant coach, says it's ironic, the harder we work to make money, the harder we are working to decrease our true wealth.
True wealth is self-directed time.
Money is fuel for our true wealth. Leveraging employees is fuel for true wealth. The more we mindlessly work, travel, and jump to respond to requests, the lower our wealth regardless of how much money we’re earning.
A good place to start with this isn't to look inward. Instead, start ny helping your people prioritize their non-renewable resource. Time. By helping them you'll find ways to help yourself.
This topic reminds me of a favorite poem from high school lit class:
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
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