I’ve spent thousands of hours playing video games. Over the course of my lifetime, probably more than 10,000 hours. Some video games log the number of hours you’ve spent on them. Many of the older ones stop counting once you hit 100 hours. I’ve broken that ceiling more than I’d care to admit.
That means I’m really, really good at wasting time. According to the “10,000 hour rule,” I’m a professional time waster.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve spent less time on video games and more time on things that seem to matter to adults. Like mowing grass, and vacuuming, and going to ceremonies boring enough to make a sloth cry.
I go to bed earlier than ever before, and wake up earlier. And with a 1-year old daughter, I’m seeing life through a totally different lens. I’m watching it move at an every-changing pace.
Some days I swear the clock hands are racing each other. The impact on my thought life has been bizarre.