Ten minutes waiting feels like an hour. An hour doing something real feels like ten minutes. Pick the fast kind.

Time is elastic, and what stretches it is empty attention. Waiting, scrolling and half doing something all crawl, while work that takes your whole mind compresses into nothing. That is why an afternoon disappears in a good rehearsal and a twenty minute bus ride can last a geological age.

Look at where your slow hours are going this week. If most of them are spent waiting on other people or drifting between tabs, put something absorbing into the gap. A book in your bag, a puzzle, a skill you are learning. Same hours, a different life inside them.