Throughout the day, we’re all provided with distractions. Some of them are the good kind. They’re the kind like your daughter coming up to you while you’re in the middle of a really good part in your book, and she says, “Mom, I want a hug.” Who could say no to that? Other times, your dog lays his head on your lap and looks up at you, pleading for you to pet him. He might even go so far as to roll over on his back, begging for that tummy rub. What a big baby! Still, you can’t refuse, even if you’re in the middle of something.
I’ve been telling myself that I’m going to get down to business and start writing more often and commit to writing better quality material. I HAVE to, because in my mind, that’s the only way I’m going to get better, to fill a portfolio in case anyone DOES want to read my writing, and well, I just feel like I have a lot of stuff in my head that has to come out!
However, there are the negative distractions as well.
I have been working on a project since my family and I moved into our new house. We’ve had large picture frames that have all the holes for different pictures lying around for ages and I told myself that I’m going to fill them and finally put them on the wall. I bought about 50 other frames from Ikea and I planned to frame and hang different motivational quotes for my daughters to see every day as they walk up and down the hallway and the staircase. Seeing these frames around was driving me crazy and I finally got around to filling them up. But my writing wasn’t getting done.
Other daily necessities come up, like having to run to Tae Kwon Do practice for me and/or the girls, or a Back-to-School night, of which we’ve had three recently. We have to shuttle two of the girls back and forth to their mom’s house which is about three hours away, although we only have to go halfway. The round trip is still three hours. Our dogs have been to the vet for shots and so have our new kittens, and then one of the dogs just went back two days ago to get neutered. Now, of course, he’s back and wearing his “Cone of Shame” so he doesn’t lick his stitches. Poor guy. I feel like I should wear the “Cone” when I don’t do what I need to do.
Today my mom called to ask about a problem transferring pictures from her iPad to her PC for storage. I couldn’t help her but I tried anyway. My husband, who is normally the computer guru, is a Microsoft employee and couldn’t do anything with an iPad, yet he’s the one she asked. Still, I felt I would offer my help, because, of course, she’s my mom. But yet again, it was another distraction.
Now, as I sit here writing, I’m doing “what I’m supposed to be.” I feel like I want to sit here and type all night, but alas, I cannot. I have to go take my Promotion Test for my next belt for Tae Kwon Do in less than an hour. This typing and writing that I’ve just done? That was just a distraction…from my nerves.