At some point during my years in Philly I picked up the habit of practicing in fifty minute increments. In the old days, I would practice for fifty minutes, and then smoke for ten. When my viola muscles (and my lungs) were still young and spry, I could do this all day long.
Practice, smoke, practice, smoke, practice, smoke.
I quit smoking several years ago, and ever since then I have had a hard time filling the ten minute break. It's not that I can't think of anything to do with my break, it's that I can't think of anything to do that only takes ten minutes. Without a cigarette, the ten minute break has a tendency to expand into fifteen minutes, an hour, or even twenty-four hour breaks.
Today I decided to get serious about the break. My big plan was to combine spring cleaning and practicing. I intended to practice for fifty minutes, and then clean for ten. Sadly, this is not what occurred. I kept to the practice/break schedule, but instead of cleaning I started several large-scale apartment projects. Instead of cleaning, I spent ten minutes pulling furniture away from walls, and emptying messy drawers onto the kitchen table. I did the opposite of spring cleaning. Every task I started lead to ten other tasks, and now my apartment is in total chaos. I can't quite explain what happened here today. My good intentions turned destructive, and I got in over my head.
I'm going to have to take A LOT of ten minute breaks in order to clean this place up.
Practice, clean, practice, clean, practice, clean.