Our brain can only make so many choices throughout the day. We count on a limited resource to make them. It’s the premise of the phenomenon of “decision fatigue”. Barry Schwartz explores it in “The Paradox of Choice”.
The fewer choices I have to make throughout the day, the better I function, and the more I can concentrate those resources into work.
My submissive, as part of her service to me, is of great use when it comes to minimal spending and minimum waste.
I’m able to delegate many tasks and decisions to my submissive in the best of cases. If unable to, I do it myself knowing “future me” will be thankful that “past me” took care of all that needed to be taken care of the night before or whatever interlude of time she took advantage of to make life run more smoothly than not.
Every day, I do the following:
- I wake up— time remains flexible and subject to insomnia or whatever other psychic ailments, but my sequence of doing things does not.
- I browse through social media.
- I turn on the news, an audiobook or music.
- I rise out of bed to wash my face, brush my teeth and do my makeup
- I change into a fresh set of clothes: sexy underthings for phone and cam calls, and a maxi dress. I have exactly and deliberately, 3 to select from, which means very little energy spent on choice.
- I take care of the animals.
- I may or may not eat, depending on my appetite or if I forget (which is all the time).
- I turn lines on, and work.
- Depending on whether I’m recording that day or not, the lines remain off, and film accordingly. Everything is planned to the most minute detail.
- I have lunch.
- Back to calls and BTS administrative work.
- Family time.
- Time with the animals.
- Plan what I’m doing the next day and set everything up for a successful workday.
- Take care of personal hygiene.
- Read or listen to an audiobook.
- However long it takes: sleep.
It all seems very straightforward, but it’s not. Hundreds of tiny decisions are taking place that— unless I have a very intricate plan and “current me” takes the appropriate action, I remain paralyzed with the unlimited choices and the time I waste spending my time on them.
Suddenly I’m drawing a blank and at most, I don’t eat because I can’t make up my mind on what to have, take calls and do nothing else because calls are low-energy. I can’t focus, go to bed and stress as I reflect on how the day went to waste.
I met my cam and phone quota, but nothing else.
Filming is especially volatile. That’s a dumpster fire day. To begin with, if I don’t have an absurdly specific plan of how I’ll be going about it: from nail color to subject matter and how it fits onto my editorial calendar— a sinking ship with no survivors.
One might argue “Well, Lucille, just do ‘x’”, which could very well be the answer to my problems, but that’s not how my brain works. So unless everything goes according to a pre-planned sequence, things are just not going to work out.
That’s how I function and there’s nothing that can be done about it. It is what it is, and near a decade into the game, I’m fine with the fatalism that comes with it all unless my submissive directly intervenes to get myself out of that paralysis, and gets my mind back on track.
Now, how service solves all of that for me— these are the tasks my submissive takes care of so I don’t have to:
She crafts the week’s meal plan and meal preps. She brings me a green smoothie or meal replacer to cover me until lunch. This reduces choice to two: what am I feeling like drinking? A smoothie or a shake? Period.
For lunch and supper, I already sat down with her and gave her feedback on the week’s menu, so there is no choice to be made.
She takes care of the animals so I don’t have to and get straight to work.
I’ve worked out the editorial calendar from tweets to outfits, to video, and the like with her. She takes care of all the administrative and BTS work. She edits, formats, uploads, fills descriptions, schedules and crosses out what’s been done and what’s left pending on the calendar so when we do a nightly review, we know exactly where we are, where we need to be, and how we’re going to get there.
I don’t have to think of anything involving videos, save for some minor feedback, because she’s been delegated the task of doing all of that for me and the number of decisions that comes with it.
She makes sure everything is in its place exactly how I like it, such as having all my beauty products in the right order of application, or my lingerie in its tagged zip-lock bag so I don’t become frustrated when I can’t find x or y.
She puts up or puts away the lighting and recording implements.
Based on the calendar, she lays out what I’m wearing for each video and the obligatory house dress.
That way, all I have to do is show up to work.
And of course, there’s remuneration.
She functions as a personal assistant. I outsource as much as I deem able to so I don’t spend time I could be making money, on menial tasks with no immediate ROI.
When she’s not around, which is an unfortunate amount of time given we don’t live together, she can only take care of so much.
She does, however, do what she can in her role of virtual assistant. She might not be able to do all the in-house tasks, but she can craft my meal plans and order my groceries online.
She currently has a full-time job, but the goal is for her to transition into a full-time, live-in situation.
That’s how I use her service to me, as her Mistress, to facilitate my life and be more efficient.