Borrowing from the Adhd Toolkit, part one
- Jonathan Collin Greene
- Jun 19, 2024
- 9 min read
Time isn't an "Illusion"

When I was young, I remember my mother being fascinated with clocks. Real analog clocks were in almost every room of the house. I don’t know why. Maybe she just liked the way they looked. I remember her having a watch, so maybe keeping time was important to her. For that reason, or just because I’m used to it, I have one analog clock in my music room. The battery dies sooner than I expect every once in a while, but it’s so easy to ignore. When I’m down here, I’m trying to get work done. There’s always something more important. I have my phone. The computer is down here. I have a watch. But I’m so used to looking at the wall to check the time, and in my haste to get other things done, I never have enough time. This is enough for me to forget that the battery needs to be replaced.
I’ll think I have more time than I actually do, or I’ll think it’s later than it is. My crucial perception of how I will order my day and expend my energy is inaccurate because I haven’t put a new battery in my clock. The irony is that even though it would take 30 seconds to put a new battery in the clock, I behave like I don’t have time. I have a love-hate relationship with the idea of time and watching it go by. This may seem overly romanticized. Every tick is a tiny eulogy. Every motion of the hour hand is a condemnation of something I didn’t do. And it doesn’t matter what I’m doing. It doesn’t matter that I’m doing what I’m doing to the best of my ability. My mind potentiates possible futures that weave together and apart, intertwined like pasta. And like pasta, it doesn’t last. I feel like I am eating up my time, yet I am never full, but always tired from carb overload. Sometimes I stay awake and eat a portion of tomorrow’s meal, which always leaves me more tired and hungrier the next day.
I know that time is scarce, so my intentions compete and battle with each other for what precious time is available, like a department store on Black Friday, tripping and falling over each other over discount dopamine. I feel like whatever plans I have for the day are being drawn and quartered, and at the end of it, my hopes for productivity are dead, and none of my plans are executed. One of these days, I’ll get it together. While it’s easy to become distracted, being blindsided by the realization that you’ve just spent four hours bouncing between unrealistic expectations with no meaningful progress to show for it, the urge to slow down and take inventory, which is the right decision, always seems counterintuitive. Why would I stop? I have too many things to do in the world. Do you stop in the middle of a cyclone?

If you put your cell phone down, that’s only the starting line. I’m almost 40 years old. I’ve never needed a cell phone to waste time. But statistically, the older I get, the less time I have to lose. Is it possible to realistically save time? I feel like every time I’ve tried to implement some fancy program, some task management system, some scheduling hour-to-hour program, it has never worked for me. What has worked for me longer than I realized? Clocks. Metronomes for non-musicians – the timekeepers everyone else uses. But not just any clock, or timers. Why did I forget? Why do I always seem to forget?
When I was beginning my drumming journey, one of the first books I picked up was "Stick Control." Within the first few pages, there is advice on how to practice the examples: practice each line 20 times before moving on to the next one. I don’t know why I knew this. I don’t feel like anyone told me this. It’s something that I felt on instinct, but I felt that 20 times wasn’t enough. I felt that I needed to be able to practice each line 20 times without making a mistake. I wanted to retain the skills given to me, not merely play at each example, so I started to try 20 times without making a mistake. The issue is, I got tired of counting. At a certain tempo, I discovered how much time it took to do something 20 times and just set timers. Not only did it give me more space to pay attention to what I was doing, but it allowed me to mark my progress in a much more real way. I could, for instance, say, "Well, this day I could only play number 13 for 30 seconds; in two days that increased to 120 seconds." So I stopped counting repetitions altogether and started timing my exercises. I still do this.
The thing I didn’t understand is how certain tools work in multiple facets of our lives. I think we’re all bad at this from time to time. We don’t understand how the logic of one situation will apply to seemingly separate problems. So over the years, I’ve understood the power of using timers.





