I am buried to the hilt…wrestling with technology and trying to decide how much effort I wish to put into it.
If we weren’t living in strange times the thrust of my focus would still be on fixing these items, one being a coding issue on a blog and another being a Bluetooth connection issue.
If I used Trumpian logic I would blame this laser focus upon the old man because dad could get wrapped up in his projects and I definitely do the same.
But I take responsibility for my actions and don’t look to apply blame when I am accountable for this behavior. I choose to let my focus be taken and applied in this manner.
Sometimes it is a useful tool and a trait that I can point to as having led to success but it has made me want to tear out my hair.
Because when you are focused upon a particular project and stuck upon one thing it can be nettlesome to feel like you can’t quite get over the hump.
There is a woman in the store muttering about how dry her mouth is and how she needs something to suck on.
The guy next to me in line l0oks at me and smiles neither of us knowing that a couple months down the road that sort of comment might make you want to run out of the store.
Instant Karma is going to get you, don’t ya know.
Some might say that applies to me and that I ought to admit I am providing subtle and secret messages to readers, not that I would ever do that.
Too distracted by the Bucks and the masters but not the Buckeyes or so I will swear. You won’t get an “oh I see that you are busy” out of me because I am lost in a different world.
I am too busy recognizing that I am huffing and puffing while I push through the miles and am wondering if I am really that out of shape or if I am pushing that hard.
All the while a small voice says some people might wonder if the virus has snuck inside your lungs but there is nothing else and no other signs.
Hell a doc many years before suggested I might have asthma, prescribed an inhaler that I used for about a week before I threw it in a bag.
Correction, 27 year-old Josh put it in his gym bag and took a couple of puffs before playing some pickup ball thinking it might make a difference.
It didn’t, so I threw it back in the bag and ignored it.
Almost a quarter century later it is easy to see little signs and milestones as well as think about what we could have or should have done….
Maybe.
Don’t ask if I am going slightly mad because you ought to know and if you don’t it is because you aren’t paying attention or don’t care.
Ok, that is not entirely true there are plenty who haven’t the foggiest idea and even those who might can’t be expected to be mind readers, can they.
Been thinking again about how much I used to enjoy splitting wood and how it was far better than splitting hairs.
Been thinking about the distinction and differences in approach to problems and challenges among the red and the blue.
Some say everything is broken beyond the ability of the great tailors, poets and craftsman. Some say this is no different from some other times and point to historical events.
Perhaps these are the days of our lives and we haven’t been alert enough to recognize the changes and the import of the present.
Maybe this is so and maybe it really isn’t and our ability to sail a new course and weave new layers into the tapestry we create are in our hands.
The changes and opportunity to make such have some limits but not as many restrictions as we impose by virtue of not wanting to fight inertia.
Easier to focus on what we know than to push the rock uphill…for some.
The beauty of having been through a thing or two is you figure out those limitations can be manipulated and adjusted but only if we are willing to pivot and take on a new challenge.
During a professional event I was told I am seen as someone who isn’t afraid to take on new challenges and that made me smile.
It is true, I am not.
Wasn’t always like that, but life taught me otherwise and here I am.
Close your eyes and you can hear the clickety-clack of the roller coaster pulling the cars we sit in up a big hill.
Won’t be long before we crest the top and start racing downwards towards uncertainty.
Takes a little courage to open your eyes and look, but you only need to be brave for a few moments. That is all it takes to get through and or over.
A few moments.
