Learning how to mono task
I got a sunburn on my bald head and now it’s peeling as if to add insult to injury. But my hairlessness is a constant reminder that I must change my life. Only how?
I’m a doer – and I have prided myself on accomplishing the heroic – so now what?
What’s good enough?
What needs to be must should be done?
Isn’t there a problem with idle hands? Idle minds? Isn’t this where Unabombers come from? Or bad poets?
Every time I turn the corner I find myself, an overachiever, an overdoer, and overscheduler, and so I keep turning until I don’t recognize myself. I’ve read two books in the past week and a half. Impossible!
Every time I turn around, here I am, with the same compulsions, same archaic notions of being, the same unease that caused my mother to live on the precipice of anxiety – waiting for an explosion – no sure footing in the now – and always dreaming of the day when it would change.
I must will learn. I must will learn. I must will learn.