To say that we get “overwhelmed” with our commitments is an understatement. Life is crazy busy, y’all! I constantly remind myself that I don’t have enough hours in the day to do everything that I want, and couldn’t figure out a way to get it all done. I mean, I’ve read the books, blog posts and articles telling me to dress down to my shoes, put on a happy face and scrub my floor for a certain amount of time and like it. The issue? The time periods that were given just didn’t work for me.
I can’t do a damn thing in 15 minutes. It’s just too long of a time for me to concentrate. The best way to understand my mind is to compare me to a Jack Russell Terrier on Crack with a mild case of ADD laced with OCD. My mind is an effin labyrinth. So, since that magic number of 15 minutes never worked for me, I whittled it down to a mere 11 minutes. 11 stinking minutes. I’d have to concentrate hard on whatever my task was during that time and work the hell out of it. If it was cleaning the kitchen, I’d clean with feverous vigor and polish that stove like nobody’s business. I’d get into a deep focus on whatever writing assignment I had and maybe even had time to start a new one. All in 11 minutes. It’s like Xanadu for those distracted by shiny things!
Here’s the kicker: after my 11-minute brain meld, I take a 4-minute break. Yes, I take a break. Your brain’s been turned to mush, so it’s important to allow the hamster on the wheel to get off and have a drink. And you should have a drink too. Or a cookie. Or whatever your vice is. The best thing is that within this 4-minute break, I can decide if I want to continue with the task I did for 11 minutes. Can I handle another bought? Will I get through another session or will I want to gouge my eyes out? More often than not, I persevere.
And that’s it. This is how I get through life. 11 minutes at a time. Squirrel!