Counting the Fish

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.

Published by Shawn

He's just this guy, you know?