Time flows in a supernatural fashion when you're deeply immersed in your work.
I wake up, eat two meals, and go to bed. If it weren't for my daily logs, I wouldn't believe I actually did something during the day: I'm so focused on the moment I don't have time to get bored or actually realize how fast time flies while I'm working.
It's terrifying to notice. What if I keep on living life this way and realize when I'm 50 years old I haven't really felt any hour? Would I regret it or feel nostalgic?
I don't take breaks every hour or so. I just come to my senses at some point and come downstairs to drink some water, eat a snack, or ride the bike a few minutes around the garden.
Herein lies the problem. To enjoy the moment, you need something to literally pull you out of your slumber: the Renaissance philosopher Michel de Montaigne used to order a servant to wake him up in the middle of the night, as to enjoy the feeling of having a few more hours to sleep.
During the day, this principle can be supported by a mindfulness bell: you ring it every 15 minutes or so, and reconnect with your breathing or take a break.
I was familiar with the concept but never managed to implement it in my daily routine. I'll download an app and try again.