I am having the hardest time focusing today. The sun is shining and the weather is great and I am in my office waiting, patiently, for reports to make their way to my inbox.
And so I wait.
I wait and yet I have found that I can’t concentrate on anything else. I flit from one project and one thought to another.
The sun is out there shining.
The air is warm and inviting.
And yet, it is in here, surrounded by the colors of the rainbow and the products of an artistic child that I sit… waiting.
And considering that the only reason I am here today is because of that report; the report for which I wait.
I could be outside enjoying the temperatures and the sun.
I could be sitting on a bench or walking through the parks reading.
I could be singing and appreciating the sounds of the stream and the birds calling.
I am, however, sitting at my desk… waiting…
Since I am here – I could be writing. I could be drafting another essay to meet my due date for potential publication.
I could be writing a letter to a distant friend or family member.
I could be paying bills.
Instead, I flit and flutter from thought to thought and idea to idea with nothing really sticking or capturing my attention.
And I wait… the minutes tick and I… wait.
And rather than try and focus, I am enjoying the flitting and the flying and the waiting… after all, if this is the moment I am in… why not settle into it and enjoy it as I…