It is the most tedious and tiring part of our working day. One which we seem to choose to do every, single, working day. If we only lived a few minutes closer, it would make a world of difference. Yet, here we are once again, stuck in an overcrowded train or on a stationary motorway.

The commute is one major part of our day and yet it is also the part that none of us want to remember. I left a job just over a year ago and moved to one in London. There were various reasons for moving and all of them valid, but it changed my commute.

I was no longer going to be driving for over an hour, along motorways and then country lanes, to get to work. No, I was now going to join the masses who have paid too high a price for a ticket to not sit on a train into the big smoke.

The season ticket was going to prove less than my petrol, so that actually didn’t hurt as much as it could have done. The biggest pain was the hour of lost time sat being bored on a train. I just couldn’t get used to it. So I came up with a plan of self-improvement.

I was going to read a book every day. It started well and by the end of the first week, I had completed nearly a whole chapter of a marketing book. If I had carried on at that rate, I might have been three chapters in and asleep before the end of the month.

So I gave up reading pretty quickly and turned to learn a language. The audiobook and app were not cheap and I actually thought that this would make me invest more time and energy into it. Then again, I wasn’t too surprised when I noticed that I hadn’t been on the app for three days and that my knowledge German was still learned from bad jokes and Hollywood movies.

After the self-improvement angles I had been working, I went with the fun and games options. Sudoku was just too stereotypical for me, so I ditched this one pretty quickly; instead, I used the train’s wireless to play TheBingoOnline.com. All it took was a pair of headphones so that I could blast out the sound effects and my train journeys were flying past.

It was a weird feeling to know, that something as simple as recognising numbers was giving me so much joy. I was winning every so often so that obviously helps, but I was mainly playing because I was enjoying the game.

I’m not sure if it’s wrong that I gave up on self-improvement just so quickly, but I do know that I managed to replace it with something which I love. If making me happy isn’t self-improvement, then I have no ideas left. Surely happiness is the first step to a better me?

Well, that’s what I keep telling myself anyway.