“The great thing is, if one can, to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions in one’s “own” or “real” life. The truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one’s life.” – C. S. Lewis
I intended to get something done yesterday. Not something as in anything something. Something as in a very small, very specific, singular task I wanted to complete. Tee hee.
I think if you set your mind to doing something specific like that, well, it’s like raising the red cape to the Universe!
See, I had it in my mind to mail a greeting card to a friend that really needed precisely the kind of card I was planning to send. Simple. Card/pen/stamp. Not particularly complex or high task, right? No plane geometry or quantum physics in play.
It took all day long.
Corralling the three requisite items was beyond me. You cannot imagine how many interruptions occur in the process of finding a postage stamp. The diversions and distractions between card and pen, pen and stamp, stamp and…. Where did I leave the card?
Some say I have difficulty focusing. I think I have difficulty FINDING MY STUFF! Further evidence I need to get more organized. And simplify. And take a series of deep cleansing breaths. And chant. And where DID I leave my yoga mat?
Mr. Lewis reminds me that the interruptions are, precisely, one's life.