Like blocks of the Tetris: So are the days of our lives

I was asked in a meeting today to take minutes.
To take minutes.
Do I need a stop watch for this?
A watch with a second hand?
I don't wear a watch.

Now of course, taking minutes means taking "notes"--ofcourse that's what it means, I knew that. (ahem) At any rate it got me thinking down the rabbit hole about minutes, real minutes. Minutes that seem to stack like that of a tetris game. They keep coming in quick 60 second allocations, they keep piling, and if you're spry enough to retrieve them and arrange them in productive order, you win and so it continues...other times they pile at erratic random and game over. You lose.

See that beaming young couple up there in the right corner? That's me and my fiance Josh. He's changing jobs, my job continues to be a spectrum of re-definition, we're trying to sell our cars, apply to schools, we're looking for a place to live, we're juggling financial priorities (do we go on a honeymoon, or get our knees operated on?)...and per the mention of "fiance" and "honeymoon"...we're attempting to organize a wedding that keeps sprouting many new and challeging moving parts. All part of a complete and fulfilled life including other activities such as friends, family, church callings, civic duties, sport and recreation, eating, sleeping, breathing...

In a fit of self-intervention I am telling myself to keep up the daily winning and losing of metaphored Tetris battles. Winning is great because there is no interruption and the game goes on, losing is equally great and equally important because at some point, we all have to stop and exhale between games.

I think I like taking minutes.