We had decided to take our girls to see the new Annie, only to find theater-after-theater sold out. Part of me is grateful that we didn’t waste a 40-minute drive to only have to turn around, but at the same time, the number of things you can do “on a whim” are fewer and fewer. We are also thinking about visiting the mouse, fretting over the 6-month lead time for plane tickets, 12-months for meal reservations, plus the need to synchronize adult and kid calendars. Let’s not pretend that there isn’t a cost to our life hacking and optimizing. The prevalence of trackers and the associated data of the quantified self will only make things worse.