I was talking to one of my roommates the other day, and he told me that he read somewhere that it takes 10,000 hours of work to be considered a master at something.
Ten thousand hours? Goodness. That’s a long time.
If you worked toward that goal 24 hours-a-day, it would take 1 year, 51 days, and 16 hours.
Although, if you choose to spend 8 hours a day, the length of a regular work day, edging toward becoming a master of one thing, it changes to 3 years, and 155 days.
Every single day, spending 8 hours learning about one topic. ONE thing. Could you do that?
I haven’t quite figured out whether I can or not. Much less what I could spend 10,000 hours learning about.
I’m not sure I’d be able to find a topic that I could focus on, or would even still be interested in after spending eight hours everyday learning about it. It might be just be a trend of the younger generations, but an attention span of eight hours a day for 1,250 days would probably be difficult for most people.
I was shocked when my roommate told me this and I’m still sitting here trying to process it. 10,000 hours. Doesn’t that number seem impossible?
Pick one topic. Your favorite, or something you don’t know about at all. Could you learn about it for ten thousand hours? What about one hundred hours? Somehow, even one hundred hours seems like a stretch. But, of course, when faced with a decision like this you don’t want to pick a topic too narrow because then you would run out of things to learn about. Although picking a topic too broad also presents its own set of problems.
I love reading. Could I spend hour after hour reading one book or one author? I think that might be possible. However, once I consider that point as my way to tackle the 10,000 hour question, other questions start popping up. Do you start with a certain genre? Or from the beginning and read through the alphabet? Authors from A to Z?
The truth is, as much as I love reading could I really read 10,000 hours worth? I probably have if you add up all my late nights spent with a page turner. Although, I would not label myself as a master. Would I still enjoy reading if my goal was to spend 10,000 consecutive hours doing so?
There is a very large potential for coming to hate it and seeing reading as a job. I also find that my mind is rebelling at the idea. The time I spend with a book is sacred. It is my get-away. I don’t think I could risk the wonderful relationship that I have with reading to test this theory. I also highly doubt that I could find anybody to pay me for over three years (or longer) just to read books.
So, as I sit here and ponder the possibilities of what I could become a master of with ten thousand hours of experience/knowledge I’d say the possibilities are endless, but are they really?