At a Chinese monastery in the 1220s, Dogen (say "doh-gen") found an old cook drying mushrooms in the midday heat, no hat, sweat running down his bent back. Dogen asked why he didn't hand the job to the laborers. The cook's whole answer was that they were not him. Why do it under this sun, then? The cook asked what other time he should wait for. It's easy to turn this into a poster about hustle, which would miss the mushrooms entirely. The cook hadn't claimed every job in the monastery, just this one, and this one had his name on it in a way no schedule could transfer. Most of us hold a few tasks like that and still look around for someone to hand them to. Pick one this morning that's genuinely yours, and give it its first quarter hour before anything else gets a look.