Reaching for Something Longer

So, I’m trying something new these days.

Living life in chunks of 10 minutes at a time.

You Zen Yoga people are rolling your eyes now and trying to figure out how this Troglodyte has lived so long.

Point well taken.

For the last seven years, I’ve ran the chat program for my company–the Death Star.

For the last seven years, I’ve lived life seven seconds at a time.

Because, on average, that’s how much time passes before another customer comes to our web doors and asks a question.

Did I mention I’m also the marketing director, creative director, IT director, webmaster, and basically the COO?

It was easier in the early days. Five web visitors a day. Really very little web presence. $12M company. Piece of cake to keep it all under control.

I left work today–just like the rest of our chat team of three–panting and sweating.

Three hundred and eighty-five visitors came knocking on our web doors.

$12M in sales is now north of $30M in sales.

We set out to create an online cash register.

In addition to that, we created a chat monster.

That sucks the life out of your soul seven seconds at a time.

And on the way home, there was an epiphany: what if we could live our lives longer than seven seconds at a time?

I knew I couldn’t be the only person who suffers from this fate. Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram constantly battle for our time.

The impression that grew in my head as I thought on these things were that of my wife–my soulmate–constantly ensconced in Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

We choose our paths.

Seven freaking seconds at a time.

I think back to my past and remember how Isaac, the son of Abraham, went out to meditate in a field.

Meditating… what a concept.

To actually think about what you’re doing.

But I digress.

Ten minutes. Ten minutes focused on one thing.

Could I do it?

Not easily.

But I tried.

Ten minutes on the training bike. My mind reeled.

Followed by ten minutes of circuit training. My body reeled.

Followed by ten minutes of pool training–laps, push ups, and pull ups on the diving board.

It’s a start.

And then a beer.

Followed by ten minutes of going through emails.

Followed by ten minutes of writing.

It’s a new beginning. My iphone timer is now my best friend.

A few hours from now I’ll be back in seven second world.

Trying to craft an email message. Trying to solve a database issue. And then have to address a customer complaint.

Seven freaking seconds.

But I’ll smile. I’ll respond.

Because that’s my job these days.

And I’ll remember.

Life after work can be lived ten minutes at a time.