Sometimes all I have is five minutes. Five minutes to write, stretch, meditate, shadow box, lift weights or as my friend Stephen says, drift. Those five minutes can be a precious commodity. Five whole minutes for myself and myself alone. Sometimes it is five minutes to take a little sleep. Or five minutes to run downstairs and get an iced coffee.
“Give me five minutes,” can be a refrain when I’m supposed to be somewhere and need to finish something or maybe it’s that I need that little edge. That moment I use to restore myself and reset my clock before I go on to the next task.
Today I gave myself five minutes to write. Not unlike the boxer’s three-minute round, those five minutes were my little bit of space that I reveled in as a little secret to myself. My five minutes to do with what I wanted.