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Finding Your Fly

Time management matrix as described in Merrill...
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I was enjoying Steve Clarke's post about using the fly in the urinal to provide focus for men while they are relieving themselves.

I've heard this story elsewhere, but its one of those funny "no kidding" stories that just makes sense. 
He offers a means to "finding the fly" at the end of the blog post, but I think it is fairly intuitive.

How do you find your focus no matter what the situation?

I loved teaching time management using the basic Covey matric. Because things became as simple  as URGENT and/or IMPORTANT.

If you can't define something as both, it probably ought not be focused on just yet.

I think one thing we can agree upon, what men are doing in the urinal can be generally urgent and important, even without a fake fly!

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