“Nothing happens until something moves.” – Albert Einstein
This week, I had one of those days—not the bad kind, the good. After a morning breakfast meeting with a client, I got back to the office at 10:30 (AM). Despite the fact that it had been a productive meeting, I lamented the fact that a couple of hours had elapsed without crossing two or three things off the “to do” list.
And then something quasi-magical happened. Determined to make up for lost time, I
suppose, I put my head down and worked deliberately for 90 straight minutes. In that time, I built all of the components for a reasonably sophisticated website.
I wolfed down two pieces of pizza for lunch, eager to return to the trance that just had been so kind to me. Sixty more minutes of concentration and I’d knocked out another project that had been staring up at me from my desk for too long. I then dug into another project that was underneath that one during the next 60 minutes and, then, with reckless ambition, I went back to stale emails for the next 60 minutes.