Ten minutes… go…

 

Commercial on TV just asked what I could do with ten minutes.

Perhaps unfortunately, it’s lunch time and I’m hungry, so my immediate thoughts went to the steak sandwiches Terry and I have planned. That would take about ten minutes. (And I’ll get a great lunch out of it.)

But that’s not what the commercial had in mind, and not what I had in mind by starting this journey.

The real reason I decided to write it is because ten minutes is more time than you think.

On some mornings I might need to heat up a cup of tea, hot cocoa or coffee. Wanting it to really be hot, I’ll often set the microwave for two minutes for a final blast to the beverage. And then I get to wait.

I have completely emptied the dishwasher in less than two minutes. I’ve also loaded the dishwasher in under two minutes. I’ve started a load of laundry… walked out to get the mail… pulled out things to help prepare for dinner… refilled the ice trays. Many times in under two minutes.

And now the commercial is giving me ten?

I don’t know if people have a really good grasp of time. Kind of a combination of awareness and reality. For instance…

Let’s say you and I are thinking about heading out to a movie. Maybe grab a pizza before it. Theater is a fifteen-minute drive from the house, movie is two hours long. If it’s 2pm, there is no way we are going to leave, drive to the theater with a stop for pizza, see the movie, then drive home and be back by 4.

There is no way to shoehorn thirty minutes of driving and a two-hour movie into a two-hour window, and even with that you’re forgetting the pizza.

But that’s the thinking some people apply. Movie is two hours long. Never mind anything you need to do at the theater, they wrap the drive and pizza into that two hours. Literally stunned when you are dropping them off after 5.

(“Movie must have started late. Must be those darn previews.”)

But that just absent-minded stuff, if we’re being honest. Ten minutes is more a matter of focus. (And I like the previews.)

If I sat down and just wrote for ten minutes without stopping, I could put together seven hundred to one thousand words without much difficulty. Spelling and punctuation might be atrocious. I can’t say it would have a good rhythm or flow to it. Might not even be remotely coherent. (Yeah, yeah—“How long did you spend writing this one?”—Funny. You guys are funny.) Still… ten minutes… I could get a really solid word count in place.

Same thing for anything, really. In a ten-minute burst, I think you’d be stunned with what you could accomplish if you tried. But most don’t move for top efficiency and production at all times. We pace ourselves. And suddenly, ten minutes seems like too little time for anything.

I used to pick my wife up at work on occasion. Often, I’d call her before getting ready to leave. Reason was simple enough… if she was going to be a few minutes early or on time, I didn’t want to start another project. I wanted to be there for her. But she could run late. Didn’t bother me, but it happened two or three times out of every five I picked her up. And there was a lot I could get done around the house with an extra half-hour two or three times a week.

Years ago, Bobby Riggs was a guest on a television show called The Odd Couple. All you need to know about Riggs for this idea was that he likely was best known for his hustling and gambling. On the show he challenged one of the lead characters to correctly type his name in ten seconds or less.

It’s a bet I’ve jokingly repeated against a lot of people over the years. To date, I’ve never lost. Now, that should end at some point. It’s not that hard to do and really isn’t a big deal. I should lose every time. But it’s the psychology involved that becomes the game. A person believes it has to be a trick, gets worked up over wondering what the trick is, and then generates internal pressure that throws off how long they have.

Ten minutes is a lot of time. Not enough to watch twenty minutes of television. But long enough to do more than you’re thinking. Do yourself a favor, and stop hanging around waiting for the pot of water to boil. Get something done and come back in five.

 

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