What if you focused on only one thing?
I’m haunted by a post that, ahem, I wrote.
It’s not even so much the post as the image, the graphic. It’s so simple, it’s right here.
I can’t even imagine the energy, the power, the focus, even the joy of focusing on a single thing. I can’t even fathom it.
The image below isn’t even complete chaos: it seems somewhat coherent. It’s not completely haphazard, every leaf has its place. Even this seems more coherent, more together, more focused, more of a team effort than what my brain feels like.
What if there were just one leaf, one petal or just one flower? Oh, the ease of it. The simplicity. The joy, the relaxation, the relief.
The thing is, I can’t even imagine it. I can’t even understand or believe it. It seems beyond possible (which is so unlike me!). Maybe I’m just tired. I haven’t slept in almost 48 hours, no, less? Wait, I can’t count. I don’t know. I didn’t sleep last night and I can’t remember about the night before, but we just arrived and jet lag and up in the middle of the night watching Switzerland lose to Japan in the women’s world cup soccer, then falling back asleep. I think Japan won.
I’ll go get some sleep. Tomorrow we leave again. To a quieter place. I’ll make it quieter. I’ll see if I can declutter, focus, clean up, clear out. Maybe just remove a few things from the list, the lists, the to do items, the goals, the achievements, the expectations. Maybe I should just get to sleep.