Distracti- What Was I Talking About?
What day is it? It’s sometime in 2020, I know that much. I think … I think it’s still the first part of the year, still? I’d like to be flippant about it, but things are somewhat strained. Just emotional well-being, thank goodness, but that’s often enough to stifle creativity.
Have you ever tried to write while distracted? I’m not talking normal, everyday interruptions. I’m talking having a small, curious, precocious human standing at your elbow asking questions, making observations, and stating desires more or less constantly. It’s draining. And not much actually happens. Strike that: a whole lot happens, but nothing gets accomplished. See that part about it being draining.
This is usually the point of things where I pull something out of nowhere, but I just don’t have anything today. I keep staring at the clock, getting later and later, and with no post up. Even better is the list of everything else I have to do today. I think today just needs to be allowed to be less than stellar, and then I get up tomorrow and do better. That seems to be a lot of days, lately. I hope it’s not the same for you, but I suspect we’re all experiencing more of those than we’d like, or even than we have historically.
Give yourself a little extra grace, today, and I’ll work on the same for me.