A Wasted Weekend

Every Saturday morning when I wake up, I ask myself in my mind: How's my week been so far? What exactly did I do this week?

So, on Friday I've replied all remaining emails (at last) that have been waiting for me to reply so far this year. This week (as usual) I helped to restore some accounts and pages, which I know matter a lot to those who were previously affected. I'm also delighted we took down some unsafe content quickly for our users in Central Asia. My team fixed a draft plan (finally!) for a new project to launch. I hope I can share more good news soon.

My done list and to-do list can go on. I keep learning how to prioritize and how to take best use of my time, but I'm also reminded repeatedly sometimes some "small things" do matter too.

A reasonable sense of accomplishment can make me feel my life more complete and also help me to sleep better at night (well, I mean, usually after midnight). I also felt very accomplished whenever I can find a good bowl of ramen. After all, the taste of our good life is not only about work.

I don't usually waste time but I do like to "waste" my time on weekends. Someone once said: "A weekend wasted isn’t a wasted weekend."

Indeed.