I learned about the power of focus and concentration yesterday.
It was a simple lesson, really, one that came from the blessing of an unexpected three hours of unscheduled time when a meeting scheduled to last all day was shortened to a half-day.
I learned about the power of focus and concentration yesterday.
It was a simple lesson, really, one that came from the blessing of an unexpected three hours of unscheduled time when a meeting scheduled to last all day was shortened to a half-day.
I’m trying to rearrange the way I invest my time.
I want to take better care of myself, physically and emotionally. I want to spend more time doing things I enjoy. I’m like everybody else, trying to balance a long list of want to and must do items.
The challenge isn’t any different today than it’s been for years. I think my approach is different now.
I am always thinking about writing. All day long, all evening , and when I wake up in the middle of the night, I think about writing.
I’ve read article after article this past week about New Year’s resolutions. How to make them. Why to make them. How to forgive yourself when you fail to keep your resolutions. That’s why I avoid making them.
Then I stumbled across an article that prompted me to think differently.
Thanksgiving is two weeks away, so I suppose I should give in to the inevitable. Christmas season is here.
It’s really been here since the end of September, but so far, I’ve been able to ignore it. Or at least bury its arrival deep enough in my brain that I didn’t have to deal with it.
Two nights ago, however, as I drove home from work, Christmas crashed through my defenses in a most unpleasant way: a local radio station has started playing Christmas music 24 hours a day.
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