Distractions aren’t enticing. They are empty. The reason I want to get rid of them is because I wasn’t enjoying them any more. The smoker analogy. The distractions are cigarettes long after my lungs have had it.
This morning I went for a walk, came home, brewed coffee, turned on the weather and worked out. Then I started posting. The existential need to be heard grows more everyday. Part because I am older. Part circumstance and part training. My mind has shifted to if I am not producing content I don’t want to do it. Funny in the past that filled me with dread. Because I wanted to indulge. Enjoy distractions. Producing felt like an obligation. Sacrifice. Now producing content is soothing. When I am typing my mind is engaged. Like knitting. The mode I drop into eases my stress. Kudos WordPress blog app. Who knew you would save my life. Not sure the content for you dear reader (hat tip drew magary) is fine quality but you have a babbling friend over here. And you are never alone. We don’t talk, meet or text but we have a relationship
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