Life of late is an endless stream of distractions. It’s not just the alerts, alarms, notifications, pop ups, warnings, pokes, winks, tweets, shouts…it’s that due to those, I’m now in a headspace where focus is impossible. I think that is to be my undoing. Our undoing. Thank god I don’t have a television, or nothing would get done.
I’ve had ideas, plans, dreams, desires, and I want to do them, to complete them, to win, but when I sit down, I can’t. My eyes stare into the distance. My feet itch. My hands fidget. I want more. Hungry for something.
In my place in the world, it’s a barren desert. Time to move.