The Chronological Cage, most of you are living your lives in 15-minute increments, dictated by a piece of vibrating metal on your wrist or a glowing rectangle in your pocket. You’ve become a slave to a mechanical heartbeat that isn’t your own.
Why I Don’t Wear a Watch
I don’t wear a watch. I don’t “manage” time. I manage momentum.
In the world of government contracting and high-level strategy, people expect me to be obsessed with the clock. But I operate on a different frequency—let’s call it Strategic Presence. When I was at the University of Pittsburgh studying Japanese culture, I learned that mastery isn’t about how long you sit in a chair; it’s about the quality of the energy you bring to the chair.
The Art of the “Soul-Reset”
I work in rhythmic waves. I dive into the pragmatic dirt of contracts and business until the work is done—not until a bell rings. Then, I step away. I reset. I breathe. I talk to my raccoon. I exist in that beautiful, inquisitive space that you’re probably too busy to notice because you’re checking your Outlook calendar.
I cap my professional output at five hours. Why? Because after five hours of “maniacal” focus, the world has had enough of me, and I’ve had enough of its paperwork. The rest of my existence belongs to my art, my writing, and my own evolution.
African Time & The Power of “When I’m Ready”
There is a profound power in the philosophy of “African Time.” The event doesn’t start at 9:00 AM; the event starts when I arrive, because I am the event.
If I have an appointment, I am early—that’s just basic strategic dominance. It’s called Zanshin (lingering awareness). I know exactly where the sun is. I just refuse to let a tiny little hand on a dial tell me when my creativity is allowed to spark.
If you are waiting for a clock to tell you it’s time to be great, you’ve already lost.
Today’s Fuckcabulary Word:
Fuckatches /fʌk-ætʃ-əz/ (noun):
The liberating act of discarding one’s watch to escape the tyranny of the 24-hour cycle.
The profound realization that your value is measured by the weight of your output, not the minutes you spent agonizing over it.
Usage: “I realized my genius was being throttled by a schedule, so I threw my Rolex in the Monongahela. Total fuckatches energy.”
©️Aūna Millér
