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My New Year is full of distractions


Write a story about someone who is distracted…well, today, this distracted person is me.  Case in point, I wrote that statement December 31st and now I’m back to writing on January 1st and finishing the post on January 5th

I sit down to read and instantly my mind is spiraling in countless directions.  I’d like to think that this is the ultimate in multi-tasking, but it’s actually commotion and lack of concentration.

dis.trac.tion - something that makes it difficult to think or pay attention

Distraction in and of itself isn’t bad; it just is.  At times being interrupted is a much needed break from whatever has had our attention.  Often, I come up with very creative or soul searchingly deep thoughts while being distracted.  Have you ever found yourself rummaging through a box, actually looking for something specific, only to find unexpected treasure like long forgotten photos or letters?  Some of these absent-minded finds lead to brilliance, others not so much, save a smile.

Being on task is a good thing, however, distractions enliven and flavor our lives with spontaneity; that little sparkle that keeps us kindled!

I’m starting my New Year distracted…and that’s ok ~ Missy

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  1. love the article..my life can get very distracted...love it..good way to laugh at yourself and enjoy living..

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  2. Yes it is. I find distractions to be what gives me the most intriguing thoughts...like seeing a bird just flit by the window. He is enjoying the hazy sunshine that we have this morning. Maybe, I should too! Take care.

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  3. So true, so true. Enjoyed reading this.

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    1. How are you doing, Marlene? Are you getting some of your projects done...or being distracted like me?

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  4. Distraction is positive most of the time (my view). That's where I got my new inspiration and challenges. Life will be so boring if all go smooth and no ripples :-) Have a great year (even with distractions)!!!

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    1. I really do love my distractions, too! Just think what we might miss if we weren't distracted. Best year to you, as well.

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