Saying less and less about less and less.
Sheet music for the title track is downloadable in the Freebies section.
Saying less and less about less and less.
Sheet music for the title track is downloadable in the Freebies section.
I like spacing out. Here and there I find myself staring at my desk's neutral blue pinboard, scrutinizing my phone case's patterns of dust, or losing myself in the gutter of a book rather than the words, and I wonder how many hours these moments would total if I spreadsheeted a week's worth.
Someone, catching me staring at the reflection of a reflection playing off the bezel of my computer's monitor, asks me if I don't worry all this daydreaming is a waste of time.
I don't. It seems plain to me that the day isn't a carry-on bag to be stuffed at maximum density. Maybe I can't prove it, but I suspect that after a few pages of actual
reading or a few PowerPoint slides of actual
lesson planning, the margins are where actual growth (of the mind, of the spirit) takes place.
Here's a magic word: meditation. I've seldom meditated on purpose, so I can't tell you how the accident of my unpanicked life compares to the brain gains you could achieve by paying a professional to teach you the discipline of silence. I can tell you, however, that others take my space-outs more seriously when I say, Oh, I was meditating.
What was a lapse in concentration gets rewritten as the very essence of focus.
To my doubters, productivity is the paramount heuristic. And in 2018, meditation
—even my aimless practice of it—is a productive brand.