In the past I've used this time. Thirty-six seconds of lovin' on the dogs. Thirty-six seconds of general tidying. Thirty-six seconds of prepping lunches for kids. It is amazing what can be accomplished in thirty-six seconds.
This morning, as I looked around at the wreckage that is my kitchen after a Baconalia fest the menfolk held, I decided that thirty-six seconds of centering was needed. I set up a candle (a scented tealight I had on hand), prepped my coffee cup (my favorite one with the Three Blind Mice on it), and programmed the microwave. Thirty-six seconds of visualizing a bubble of energy and strength I was going to need to deal with the nightmare that my kitchen had become.
The microwave beeped, I gave thanks and blew out the candle, and then went on to enjoy my coffee on the back porch where I wouldn't have to look at the kitchen or smell the old bacon smell emanating from it. No way am I using that little bubble of peace I'd formed to clean up after those pigs. As soon as they're up I'm using the strength I prayed for, all thirty-six seconds of it, to crack the whip.