Month: September 2026

My daughter once said something very simple:

“Find something new every day.”

She seems to know naturally how to enjoy life. She cooks, bakes bread, fishes, sings, writes songs, paints, and tries whatever catches her interest. She does not have unlimited time or money. She simply seems curious about life.

Recently, I realized that I am learning from her.

For many years, I lived very differently. I concentrated my time and energy on a few things, particularly surgery and research. That concentration helped me go deeply into those worlds, but it also meant sacrificing many other possibilities.

Now I have started something almost completely new to me.

I have learned to start very small.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

Try something and see what happens.

But then I realized something.

I had already learned “find something new every day” through triathlon.

I have been swimming, biking, and running for years. From the outside, there is nothing new about another morning run or another hour in the pool.

But somehow it rarely feels exactly the same.

During a swim, I might notice a tiny difference in how my hand enters the water or how my pelvis rotates. During a run, I notice a subtle change in coordination, cadence, posture, or breathing.

Sometimes the discovery is so small that nobody else could see it.

But I can feel it.

And that tiny discovery makes an ordinary workout interesting again.

This made me wonder whether “find something new every day” does not necessarily mean doing something new.

Perhaps it means seeing something new in what I am already doing.

That changes the idea completely.

I may work with the same people and encounter many of the same problems.

But perhaps I do not have to return as the same person.

For much of my professional life, I naturally measured things.

How many cases?

How many papers?

How much funding?

Am I making the right decision?

Do people recognize my contribution?

Do they need me?

These questions helped drive me forward for many years.

But they also made life a continuous evaluation.

Recently, I have begun wondering what would happen if I entered the same world with a different question:

What can I discover today that I did not know yesterday?

A patient’s physiology.

A small technical detail.

An unexpected research result.

A change in another person.

A change in myself.

Even disappointment might contain something I have never noticed before.

The scenery could be exactly the same, yet my experience of it could become completely different.

Maybe curiosity can gradually replace evaluation.

Instead of constantly asking whether I am succeeding, advancing, appreciated, or making the right choice, I can sometimes simply ask:

What is happening here?

There will always be responsibilities and outcomes that matter. Curiosity does not remove them.

But perhaps they do not have to determine whether a day feels meaningful.

Now, I do not need a completely new life every day.

I just need to remain interested in the life already in front of me.

Try something new.
Notice something small.
Follow curiosity.
Look again at something familiar.

There is always something I have not seen yet.

Find something new every day.

Quick action has been one of the most precious habits I have developed over the years.

When someone asked me to do something, I tried to respond quickly. When an opportunity appeared, I took the first step rather than thinking about it for too long.

I learned something simple: action creates feedback.

I could think about something for weeks, but once I acted, reality answered. Something worked or did not work. Someone responded or did not respond. Then I could adjust and act again.

Over time, this became part of how I built trust with people and how I moved my life forward.

Recently, however, I have been thinking about quick action differently.

I am learning what I call the second discipline—slowing down, reducing noise, noticing quieter signals, allowing things to remain unresolved, and sometimes simply waiting.

At first, waiting seemed almost opposite to quick action.

If I am learning not to react immediately, does quick action still have a place?

I think it does.

What has changed is the voice I am responding to.

For much of my life, the voice was often external.

An email arrived. Someone needed something. There was a deadline, an opportunity, a responsibility. I became very good at hearing these voices and responding to them.

But there is another kind of voice that is much quieter.

An idea suddenly comes to mind.

Someone I have not spoken with for years comes into my thoughts.

I feel strangely drawn toward something that was never part of my plan.

A question keeps returning even though there is no practical reason to answer it today.

Nobody is asking me to do anything. There is no deadline. Nobody will be disappointed if I ignore it.

And because of that, these signals are remarkably easy to postpone.

I am beginning to realize that perhaps I need to give these quieter internal signals some of the same responsiveness I have given other people’s requests for decades.

Of course, this does not mean acting on every impulse.

That is where waiting becomes important.

Some thoughts are simply noise. Some come from anxiety, boredom, restlessness, or the desire to escape what I should actually be doing.

So I wait.

I listen.

I allow the thought to return—or disappear.

But when a signal remains and becomes clearer, perhaps that is when my old habit of quick action becomes valuable again.

Take one small step.

Write one page.

Send one message.

Have one conversation.

Explore one possibility.

I do not need to know where it will lead.

In fact, action may itself become part of discernment. Once I take a small step, reality gives me feedback. Perhaps the interest disappears. Perhaps the door closes. Or perhaps something becomes unexpectedly alive.

Then I can listen again.

I used to think waiting and quick action belonged to opposite ways of living.

Now I am beginning to see a different rhythm:

Wait so I can hear.
Discern what deserves attention.
Act so I can learn.
Then listen again.

Quick action is still precious to me.

I am simply learning to respond to a different voice.

Recently, I have noticed that I am becoming less efficient.

For many years, I liked having a clear schedule. I decided what I needed to do, assigned time for it, and tried to follow the plan. If I had three things to accomplish that morning, finishing those three things meant that I had used my time well.

It worked.

That discipline helped me accomplish many things in my life.

But recently, I have been living somewhat differently.

I still have plans, but I do not always force myself to follow them. Sometimes I begin working on one thing, become interested in another thought, start reading something completely different, or simply spend time thinking.

Before I realize it, the original schedule is gone.

Sometimes I look back and think, I wasted a lot of time today.

And perhaps I did.

But something interesting has also been happening.

Occasionally, during those apparently inefficient hours, a new idea emerges. It may have nothing to do with what I originally planned to accomplish that day. Yet sometimes that idea changes how I think about my work, my life, or even the next ten years.

That made me wonder whether there are actually two kinds of efficiency.

The first is execution efficiency:

How much of what I planned did I accomplish today?

I have spent most of my life becoming good at this.

But there may be another kind—directional efficiency:

Am I becoming clearer about what is actually worth doing?

These are not always the same.

I can have an extremely productive day and complete everything on my schedule without ever questioning whether those things are still where I should be putting my energy.

On the other hand, I can have a seemingly unproductive morning in which very little gets completed, yet discover one idea that changes my direction for years.

Of course, this can easily become an excuse for distraction.

Not everything that interrupts my schedule is meaningful. Much of it is simply noise.

So perhaps the deeper challenge is learning to distinguish between:

noise that steals attention

and

signals that deserve attention.

I used to protect my schedule from almost everything that tried to interrupt it.

Now I wonder whether that efficiency sometimes made it harder to hear quieter signals.

A thought that keeps returning.

A conversation that unexpectedly stays with me.

A question that seems unrelated to today’s work but somehow feels important.

An hour when nothing productive seems to happen, yet something inside me is slowly becoming clearer.

Not every signal deserves action. And not every empty hour produces insight.

Maybe that is exactly the point.

If I require every hour to produce something measurable, there is no real open space. I have already decided what that hour is allowed to become.

I still believe in planning. I still need discipline. There are many times when the right thing to do is simply sit down and finish what needs to be finished.

But I am beginning to see that there may also be times when efficiency means something different.

Sometimes the important question is not:

How faithfully did I follow today’s plan?

It is:

Did I leave enough room to notice that my direction itself may be changing?

Perhaps some apparently wasted time is not wasted at all.

It may simply be the space in which a quieter signal finally becomes audible..