It’s so easy to be distracted. When I was young, I would concentrate on one thing to the almost absolute exclusion of another. I ate one item at a time on my plate. If I was reading, the house could fall down around me without my noticing.
As I grew older, more people took control of my life and demanded my attention. I had no problem in the classroom, for I found studying to be interested. However, I could be a bit absent minded, pulling my childhood tendencies right along behind me in a little red wagon.
Older still, I started to view my focus in a more philosophical sense, learning the value of the moment in a more intellectual way. Ironic that, because where I had just come from was what I was now seeking, I just didn’t realize it. Besides, I had to make a living now!
Well, I’ve pretty much come full circle, but this time for biological reasons. It used to be overly concentrating on a single thing that cost me the big picture at the same time it amped up my focus. Now, the cause is from the other end of the telescope. I am in the moment simply because I forget other things. Welcome to living as a sexagenarian.
Yesterday, a customer asked me to do something for them at the end of the day because he was going to a ballgame. I didn’t get too busy to do it. I didn’t avoid it because I didn’t want to do it. No … I simply forgot to do it!
Oh, well. As long as I don’t forget to laugh!
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