Time was the problem, I assumed: There was enough of it; I just wasn't using it right. Or maybe the problem was my attention span. I couldn't focus. Luckily, there were products for this. I bought a kitchen timer shaped like a tomato and became devoted to the Pomodoro technique, an Italian idea wherein you spend twenty-five minutes working, then five minutes taking a break; repeat until the day is over. (Italians: very worried about productivity.) I made lists, I took long walks, I meditated, I locked my phone in Tupperware with a clock that counted down until it would be free. It did not escape me how similar this gadget was to a time bomb. I had no idea what it even meant to produce enough work. Exactly how much was enough? |
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