In The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T. S. Eliot wrote “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” As we all do, living minute by minute, making each one a step up or a step down. The truth is, every minute is important; some are just more important than others.
The minute when you decide whether you’ll take another drink, smoke some more dope, take another piece of blueberry pie, sit and watch Law and Order re-runs instead of writing that report or doing the laundry. Step up? Or step down?
The minute that makes the difference between deciding it’s not worth the pain to rehabilitate your ruined knee — again — and winning the Heisman.