I can’t believe this week is almost over, but when I reflect on it I realize that it’s the smallest increments of time that seemed to matter the most.
On Monday night I wrote fiction for exactly 11 minutes and loved more than every minute of it.
On Tuesday I spent exactly 36 minutes studying Chinese and didn’t even realize that much time had passed.
On Wednesday I read exactly 9 pages of Amy Hempel (who I’d never read before) and was completely blown away.
On Thursday I spent exactly 104 words writing this blog post and tried to put life in every word.