My 30-Second (Accidental) Meditation Experiment
I hardly notice the guy behind me, grunting like he's having an orgasm. Instead, I'm zoned in on the second hand of my stopwatch. It’s like a one-direction metronome. Tick, tick, tick. A text notification pops up on my phone screen and I quickly wipe it away without looking at who it's from. Tick, tick, tick. From the corner of my eye I catch a lady doing some movement she must have seen from a Jane Fonda video. “That’s not going to do anything. Eyes on the clock,” I think. Tick, tick, tick. Whenever my mind wanders, I draw it