Focus on the Now!

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This morning, I am resisting the urge to multi-task. I’ve gathered many an injury, as of late, doing just that – holding my toddler on one hip, both arms loaded with bags, and pushing the storm door open with my right heel, all within the 20 seconds remaining before the alarm is engaged. “Alarm on!”  Yes, ring the alarm, and slow it down a bit!

I am so used to having more than one pot on the fire – literally and figuratively. Somehow, I think it will just take too long to do one thing at a time.  So this morning, while I’m writing, I’m resisting the urge to check email, the weather, and Facebook, all at the same time.  Trust me, this is a real challenge to my self-diagnosed ADD behind! (Hey, there will be no LOLing here!) 🙂

I am in the present, in the now, and except for the occasional sip of coffee that I’m taking, I’m fully committed to completing this morning’s post.  I’m going to conscientiously try this exercise a few times today, because I am hoping for increased clarity, and enhanced productivity in the fewer things that I’ll attempt, rather than mediocrity that is certain if I attempt too much.

Gotta dash! This exercise can only last so long.   How do you focus on the now?

Breathe Easy!

Life is a BeachI was physically exhausted last night.  After a short night of sleep (remember I said I only need 5-6 hours? Well, I got even less). I had a good reason. I was up rather late, writing away. Once that stream of consciousness begins, it’s hard to derail it, so I just go with the flow.  And heck, what good does it do to fight it?  I used to get frustrated about not yet having an entire novel, or any book for that matter, at the ready in the event that an agent, whom I’ve never met or contacted (does s/he even exist?) should call me.  Right! I doubt that it ever happens that way.

Lately, however, I’ve accepted the notion that life unravels on its own terms, and that the waves of interruptions are just that – steady and certain, sure to come.  Instead, I’m learning to brace myself for the detours, and “make the time” for writing, listening, and processing the vivid thoughts or metaphors that are revealed to me during the quiet and sometimes not-so-quiet, but reflective moments.  Sometimes, I even “steal” the time from my task-list. I forgo the desire to respond to every phone call or solicitation to participate in every school activity, or run that additional errand.  I’m learning to avoid the notion of “keeping it all together” by having every corner cleaned, load washed, and meal prepared (nutritious ones, at that). Sometimes, there’s this great tendency to keep everything straight-laced when you’re home. After all, you’d hate folks thinking that all you do is watch TV and eat Bon-Bons while you’re home.  Though it can be said that I can de-compress more and probably simply choose to do nothing at times, my life hardly includes those moments.

So now, when I get the urge to engage in mindless TV viewing, including the news and silly vices like reality TV (the latest one being The Real Housewives of Atlanta), I pass it up, acknowledging that it does nothing but shrink my brain cells – fast – and choose instead to write something…anything.  I tell myself that if there’s “breaking news” that is that important, I will learn of it somehow. I even relish the opportunity to edit, write Thank-You notes, editorial responses, and short letters. It gives me a chance to express myself like only writing can.  At this time, there is simply nothing more urgent, and I am much more attuned to that need.

Also, I take comfort in knowing that many of my favorite authors did not have public lives as authors until they were good and grown, like me!  I suppose that you haven’t lived or experienced a whole lot that anyone else wants to hear about.  Probably better said is that, it isn’t until we have lived several experiences, and witnessed various defining or life-changing/ shaping moments, do we have the wisdom, words, or literary prowess to apply and communicate in a way that a reader would enjoy, and more importantly in a voice that is uniquely ours.   I take courage and comfort in that.  Look at J. California Cooper, for example, and the late Bebe Moore Campbell. And though Dr. Maya Angelou traveled worldwide, and had done a multiplicity of things, the world did not know of her as a novelist until she published her first novel, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings when she was 42!  So I think I have a headstart, and now I have many examples of great authors (published and non-) before me.  How can I go wrong? The agent will soon come – at the right time, no less – but in the meantime, just writing more will suffice.

My Energizer-Bunny Children

I’ve just signed up to participate in the Post A Day Challenge at WordPress! I’m really looking forward to holding myself accountable to my craft of writing. Ought to be interesting, as I forge ahead in my personal and public writing. Something about seeing my goals in print motivates me more than just quietly acknowledging the need to do something differently, something more meaningful in scope, or more groundbreaking. So here goes!

Just looked over at my beyond-weary brood of three all tucked into my bed, and I’m amazed that they lasted as long as they did this evening, especially my youngest, the two and a half-year old. I swear she talks more than I do – and yes, that’s saying a lot! Alas, after numerous kisses right-smack in the mouth, countless silly questions, requests for extended time on our newest video game console (the oldest one earned it by investing one hour of exercise), reconfigurations on who will sleep where on mommy and daddy’s king-sized bed, and pleas to borrow the iPad once more, they have all crashed! Whew! Now will Momma get some rest? Five to six hours will do just fine, before I have to rise up to begin anew. I will most certainly need some batteries of my own – I call it a fresh-brewed pot of coffee first thing in the morning. I just have one question: Given the timestamp of this post, have I fulfilled my daily commitment? I did begin before the stroke of midnight. 🙂