Some days I find it tough to get anything done. Difficult to concentrate, difficult to get myself to do the things I know I should do. Even writing this woe-is-me piece my mind wanders. Distracted.

If what was distracting me was something worthwhile I’d say fair enough. But it’s not. It’s just bullshit. The bullshit of the world. The bullshit of my mind. A single thought flares into an immediate change of direction. A momentary lapse of concentration allows a thought (‘check if there’s anything new on Reddit?’; ‘what book will I read next?’; ‘oh, there’s a new email, better read it’) to fire upwards and for the rest of my brain to go wander over.

Distraction is a constant. We pay attention to the wrong things. Or we pay attention for too long. It doesn’t matter that we get distracted. What matters is that we notice and refocus. It’s a muscle to be strengthened. Notice the distraction, refocus. Notice the distraction, refocus.

Notice, refocus.