The Power of a Minute

Three years ago I got sick with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Prior to that point, I rarely needed to set a timer. I could glance at my watch and keep all my activities on track finishing when they were supposed to. Now, however, my brain at times is mushy. I have found I have to set timers in the kitchen for everything I cook, otherwise I lose track of them, foods burn or are underdone or worse yet, I completely forget I was cooking something.

What a blessing those timers have become. I have learned the power of time in one minute. I have found that with the timer running, I race to see how many odd jobs in the kitchen I can do before the beep. Ice trays get filled. Clean dishes are put away. Counter tops are cleaned up. Trash is cared for.

With chronic poor health, all my housework is done in dribs and drabs, but finding the power of a minute has helped me keep up with things that I used to think ‘took too long’ to do in the time I had available. Now I find I’m doing more without even feeling it.