This year one of my Big Years involved only three quarters of an hour each and every day, namely listening to an album. What impressed me was that squeezing in a daily activity of this short duration proved very practical. And it brought with it a healthy sense of discipline, perhaps even imbued with a hue of devotion.
Why not take this further? Is there something else I should be doing, or yearn to do, that need only take ten minutes a day?
But that would be trivial, I hear you scoff. Why bother? Well, when I say the Rock Music Year was “practical,” it certainly wasn’t “trivial.” I still had to consciously plan to insert the activity into the cacophony of life and work. We all have things we’d love to do, things that seem simplistic, but that we never seem to fit in.
Okay, I hear myself chuckling, let’s give the idea a spin in 2018.