Medium Max-Clap Meditation
It’s Fun! It’s Easy! It’s My New Life Hack
Back when claps used to matter, I took them very seriously.
Why? Because it actually meant something (Money!) when you bestowed 50 claps upon the work of a fellow writer.
Other writers took claps seriously too. Entire posts were written about Clap Systems and The Meaning of Claps and Why You Shouldn’t Clap for Crap.
I wrote a rather silly one myself:
A Definitive Guide to Medium Claps & What They Mean
It is a truth universally acknowledged that nobody really understands what the heck Medium claps mean, but I’m here to…
Then the payment metric shifted. Now it’s all about Read Time.
If your Medium Masterpiece takes readers just seconds to read? Even if it earns a zillion claps, you’ll get paid zilch. (Or very close to zilch. Maybe enough to buy a latte that you can cry into as your mourn all that lost revenue.)
Which means? Claps are meaningless.
In theory they can still be used to signal to your fellow readers that a post is worth reading. But since one reader’s treasure is another reader’s trash?
As I said? Meaningless.
But? I’ve managed to find a tiny little silver lining!
Now that claps are meaningless, I’ve got a new Clap System:
Everybody gets 50 claps.
My claps no longer mean This is great! or This sucks!
They only mean Roz Read This.
The good thing? If you write short posts, my lingering long enough to give them 50 claps increases your Read Time!
But it gets better.
The experts tell us that it’s good for your peace of mind and mental health to pause during the course of your day. To stop your relentless forward momentum. To breathe. To meditate.
I used to go through an entire day without ever thinking of doing that.
I read 50 Medium stories a day. And I give each one 50 claps.
Each time, as I hold down the little icon on my phone or computer that piles up the claps, I shut my eyes, breathe deeply, and rest in the moment.
For just the few seconds it takes to reach 50.
Then life resumes.
Medium Max-Clap Meditation!
So? 50 times over the course of my day, as I give you the meaningless gift of 50 claps, I pause to Meditate.
Sometimes, when I do this, my mind just empties.
Other times? I feel grateful.
For my life. For my loved ones. For your story, if I liked it.
For this crazy platform.
Has this made any difference in my life?
Am I more at one with the universe? Relaxed? Kinder? Wiser?
Who the hell knows?
All I know is that I enjoy doing it.
And that’s good enough for me.
( Roz Warren, FBTA, is the author of two collections of library and book-related humor, Our Bodies, Our Shelves: A Collection of Library Humor, and Just Another Day At Your Local Public Library, both of which would make great gifts for your favorite librarian or other bookish friend. If you enjoyed this post by Roz Warren, you might enjoy this one too.)