Another coffee shop. Another stolen moment. Or two. Or one. In between a school fundraising meeting and a school assembly. The latter, something about Highest Honors. My honor roll kid who found his loafers in the back of my car and left his lunch in the front of my car this morning. Ah, youth.
Deja Brew Coffee. Main Street in Warrenton. A bit of respite from the cold. Outside and inside.
Quiet spot this morning. A man in a chair, head phones, looks like he’s grading papers, a red pen darting across the pages, slash, circle, slash. Two men meet over rental equipment, something about interest rates and a project near Fairfax. A lot of loose cursing. No reason, no need. Save it for later, save it for when it matters. Two other men lower their voices and whisper, some deal about some deal before the dealmaker arrives. Construction again. “There’s the perfect world and there’s the world we have in our hands…” Today’s ‘a bird in hand is better than two in the bush.’
I put my head down farther into my laptop and latte. A window to write, a sliver of a window. This is how we work these days, stealing a moment or two to finish a quick task. I read something about reaching a flow state.
Reaching a flow state — “the zone” — involves deep immersion in a task by balancing high challenge with high skill, eliminating distractions, and setting clear, immediate goals. To achieve this state of peak performance, choose intrinsically motivating tasks, minimize interruptions, and focus on the process rather than the outcome.
This is not flow.
Off to the assembly. Hope he slipped on his loafers for professional’s day.
