The problem of focus I have outlined often.
I’ve explained how it manifests in me, and how I’ve been able to deal with it sometimes and be taken down and beaten by it at other times.
Today was an odd day, or at least, this morning was an odd one.
This morning I was on the ball.
Every Wednesday my partner works in a different office in another town. I usually pack up my portable office and tag along. While she works away at her job I hold out in a café and work from there. It’s become a ritual almost.
I drive, good weather, bad weather, I drive. I drive because I’ve had years of experience at it. She watches out for things I might miss. It’s a good working relationship.
Today? Today we got here just fine.
Once we’re here
I help her get her equipment and our lunch into her office and put where it belongs. I usually say hi to the staff and maybe chat a little with them.
Then I head back out to the car and get my office equipment and head to the café. I write my blog posts and take care of emails and do research and take care of the IT jobs I have to do and when lunch time rolls around I head back to my partner’s office and we heat up our lunches and eat together.
After lunch …
I like to go for a walk if I have the opportunity and this town is great for walking. There is Great Lake shoreline, and walking paths. There are sights to see and streets of wonderful old houses.
There are stores that carry things that I sometimes need for jobs that need doing at home, and since I’m here and wandering around I will often pick up plumbing and hardware supplies.
There’s a fish ladder and a dam and a huge river with a couple of walking bridges crossing over it. There’s a library and I’ve made some acquaintances and there’s even a thrift store here that I always visit.
Today one of my errands involved leaving the car at home and bringing the truck instead, because today I was supposed to pick up the new wall oven that we’re planning on installing in the new kitchen we’ve been scheming on and designing.
Today I packed my partner’s work stuff and our lunches into the truck. I got tie down straps and put them in the back so I could secure the oven back there. I made coffee for both of us for the road, and an extra cup of tea for the one who works in a non-café office, then I brushed my teeth, put on my coat and the two of us headed off to work.
Today … ?
Yes, today, this busy, busy day, today of all days, I got here with my truck and the tie downs and my partners stuff and our lunches and extra tea and everything … everything but my portable office.
That’s right. No computer, no backpack of peripherals, not even a power cord.
I got here with nothing more than my phone.
Today I was busy, and I was focused. I was focused on unusual things, different things from the normal. And I was on the ball. I was taking care of things and feeling good.
And then? I had to turn around and go back to get my gear so I could work.
Busyness had me sharply focused on the unusual and theoretically problematic things that this day was bringing me.
Busyness waylaid me and distracted me from the everyday things.
Busyness is sometimes not pretty.