When I was 8 years old, I took piano lessons, singing lessons and played violin in the school’s symphony, all at the same time. Except for the symphony, I didn’t care for any of those extracurricular activities, but I especially hated learning piano.
Twice a week, always on a school night, my mom would drive me to the piano school, hoping my music teacher would unlock some untapped potential deep inside of me. Or at least expose me to something that might become a true passion.
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But things didn’t work out the way she planned. My piano teacher was stern and classical, and I was young and unfocused. Every practice began with a warmup and what felt like an interrogation about whether I had actually done my homework. When she asked me to play the assigned pieces, it was clear I hadn’t touched any part of my keyboard or even glanced at the sheet music outside of her practice room. My practice book was filled with notes from her, expressing disappointment: Please practice! or Redo while counting! Well, it was filled until Page 32. Not long after that, I quit.
Sixteen years later, I’m a full-fledged adult with bills, very little free time and just enough youthful indiscretion to blow my tax return on a MacBook. My old laptop had stopped working, and at first the MacBook was a simple upgrade. But that sleek machine soon became much more. Mostly because it came with an addictive music-production program called GarageBand.
As much I wanted to hide from my strict piano teacher when I was little, I couldn’t deny my love for music. GarageBand sucked me into a world of quantizing drum patterns and transitions from bridges to choruses—some mesmerizing blend of art and science. I spent hours transfixed by the music I could make.
But for all of that musical inspiration, I didn’t even consider getting back into piano, even though that’s the main instrument used in most modern music production. Oddly enough, I didn’t even think of touching the keys again until I was confronted with a personal development challenge. It was a simple one: Find 30 extra minutes each day to do something productive and document it. If finding time for personal development is what truly separates achievers from the ranks of the ordinary, the thinking went, by the end of the month I would be some 15 hours ahead of those who don’t seek to push themselves.
The simplest strategy was to make the most use of my lunch break. In a busy working world, it’s always tempting to skip lunch. Because that feels more productive. Skipping breaks entirely can have a lot of negative effects, though. So the idea was to not just eat lunch and rest for a few minutes or get right back to my day job, but to try something new and productive—an attempt to get the benefits of a quick pause from work while still using every minute constructively.
“The hardest bit is getting away from your desk… as soon as I was out of the building, I didn’t look back.”
Laura Archer, author of Gone for Lunch: 52 Things to Do in Your Lunch Break, attempted a similar challenge after skipping lunch took a toll on her health. Missing a break here and there didn’t seem like a big deal at first. But when she felt exhausted all of the time, even on the weekends, she knew something was off. She depended on caffeine more and more. At the office, she found herself surfing the web for vacation getaways.
She wanted a way to incentivize her own breaks, to guarantee they’d be fun and rejuvenating. On her blog, GoneForLunch.com, she shared her experiences and challenged others to explore a range of sitting, active, indoor and outdoor activities. What used to be months of endless work became a calendar full of activities Archer could reflect on with joy, the times she learned to knit or speak a little Italian.
“The hardest bit is getting away from your desk,” she tells me. “I think, for me, as soon as I was out of the building, I didn’t look back. I think it’s just that initial hurdle of being like, Yes, you are going to do this.”
When I started the challenge, all of the things I wanted to do were quick and practical: grocery shopping, mailing a package to my brother in Japan, flipping through various mobile apps to pay bills. I built a typical to-do list, just fragmented into these daily, 30-minute slivers of spare time around lunch.
But getting these kinds of things done wasn’t particularly exhilarating. Actually, aside from the occasional walk outside, or that one lunch break where I learned about the nuclear deadliness of a compound called red mercury via the Stuff They Don’t Want You To Know podcast, none of my new-and-improved lunch breaks seemed especially fulfilling.
To make matters worse, things became busier at work. I didn’t take the time to think about what I wanted to do for lunch other than eat, so the productive part of my breaks always felt rushed. I also wasn’t bringing my lunch to work, so I often had to spend some of what would have been productivity time picking up food. I didn’t have a ton of time to go exploring, so I settled for quick-hit tasks like making phone calls that were long overdue. That wasn’t much better.
Soon though, I came to dread these breaks. When I saw the clock nearing noon, I’d sink into my chair and try to think of something new to do on my break. What started as a mission to free up my time had now become a burden. When the clock read noon, I’d still be sitting there—and the more I sat there, the better my chair began to feel. I really don’t want to go out into the world, I would think to myself. Has my chair always been this comfortable?
Most of my tasks had made me feel like I was scrambling for something to do, and now I didn’t want to do anything. It was exactly what Archer had warned me about.
“Normally with my lunch breaks before, I’d go for a walk or sit on a park bench or go shopping, and those were probably my three things I would do,” she says. “You kind of feel a bit weird sometimes. You’re like, ‘I know that I’m empowered by taking my break, but I don’t really feel that different.’ ”
I was starting to see where I went wrong. A lot of my lunch break decisions were made on-the-spot as a way to simply push me through the challenge.
In Smarter Faster Better: The Secrets of Being Productive in Life and Business, Charles Duhigg writes that people fail more often when they make hasty, half-baked decisions. When you rush into something for the benefit of simply having a plan, things don’t really pan out.
Until I decided to home in on one thing, to truly work toward an exciting goal, everything else was just something to do.
Duhigg calls this need for decisiveness cognitive closure. It’s a good trait to have when it keeps you from constantly weighing decisions, but not so great when you pick one just for the sake of being productive, he writes.
Unlike cognitive closure, my lack of motivation at lunch had nothing to do with personality. Duhigg writes that scientists see motivation as a skill. That means even when you don’t feel like getting things done, you can get back on track with sheer will. But the trick is that motivation has to be practiced in a specific way, he writes. To fully tap in, you have to feel like you’re calling the shots.
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When I think about the moments when I feel totally in control, I think about being creative. I think about music. I think about those times when I’m in flow, too engaged in what I’m doing to worry about coloring inside of the lines—when I feel free to create, without hesitation.
One of the places I get to exercise this kind control is in GarageBand or Logic Pro X, the new-and-improved version with a bigger sound library. You can come up with a soothing melody and then layer it with a squeaky analog sound that probably breaks all of the rules of composition. But in those moments, if it feels right, it’s right.
Suddenly it all clicked for me.
By the time noon rolled around on Day 10 of my challenge, I was no longer sinking into my chair for the regular what-should-I-do-today brainstorm. Instead, I raced over to pick up some pages from the printer. The sheets are lined with tiny pianos, all of them dotted on various keys that make up the basic chords I wanted to learn.
I walk down to the office parking lot and lift a huge keyboard from the trunk of my car—the same Casio keyboard I used as a kid before I got bored with my lessons. I set it down next to a shady tree and attempt to resume my failed piano education from a decade and a half earlier.
One by one, I pressed random keys. I could remember being told where middle C is and even the sequence of stepwise notes that snake their way from the white to black keys across the piano. But for the most part, my skill level was right where I left it. I still had no idea what I was doing, and that’s not a great feeling.
I poked around for a few minutes. Then I took one last look at my sheet of chords before folding it up and stuffing it into my pocket. One day I would learn how to play them, I decided, but not today. If I was going to do this, I’d rather know how the chords are built, and that would mean avoiding the shortcuts. Instead of trying to play three or four keys at a time, I’d have to master the individual keys first—and truly fall in love with the journey.
So the keyboard gained a permanent space in my trunk. Because I always had it with me (along with spare batteries), I could always find a way to practice. If I had to leave the office for food, I’d have a quick meal and then start practicing on the spot, which sometimes meant propping the keyboard on top of my trunk, right in the parking space. Some days I would find a vertical slab of concrete high enough to stand and play.
None of that was too embarrassing until people started to linger around me. I was learning to read sheet music during each lesson, so anyone who got close enough could hear me talking myself through it. Looking back now, standing on the side of the road playing random notes and talking to myself probably looked a little crazy.
But with consistent practice (including weekends), it didn’t take long to break through some of the barriers I couldn’t get past as a kid. It took a ton of brainpower at first. I went from feeling mentally drained while playing with two hands to doing it without much thought. By the end of my challenge, I had learned to play some basic practice songs, like “The Woodchuck” or “Hannah from Montana.” Sometimes I was actually a little shocked at how easily my left hand answered the notes of my right.
Now when I flip open my MacBook to make a beat, it’s more than just fun. It’s structured. When I load a beat-making program, I don’t use the default audio setting that lets you use the laptop keys to make sounds. I actually prefer hooking up my keyboard. I take the time to wire it to my laptop because now I actually understand the formula behind what happens when I strike a triad chord or randomly play A minor.
I only wish my younger self could have known the joys of playing—and not just the agony of messing up during a recital.
The downside, though, of keeping busy during a designated time of rest is that you don’t always feel like squeezing some productivity out of every minute. Sometimes you just want to eat, slowly in my case, and watch a couple of videos on YouTube. Sometimes you just want to sit with your co-workers and talk about how crazy Black Mirror is. Some days you might want to be completely alone, lost in your thoughts.
The more I strung together a list of unrelated, random things to keep me busy, the less I became interested in doing anything at all. Until I decided to home in on one thing, to truly work toward an exciting goal, everything else was just something to do.
I’ve decided to keep practicing the piano during my lunch breaks. I don’t think I’ll do it every day, but I keep my keyboard in the trunk of my car, just in case. When I get that urge to practice, I just chew a little faster.
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This article originally appeared in the October 2017 issue of SUCCESS magazine.