At present, I have eighty-seven drafts of some sort in my blog library. Eighty-seven incomplete thoughts awaiting my finishing touches, or it some cases, a body to go along with the initial dawning. It strikes me like a thunderous boom, just how much this mirrors my life. I am a scattered mess of disorganization. My house is a collection of ideas, blown in on the winds of a hurricane, laying atop counters, desks, folders and baskets. I struggle to filter what breezes through my hands because I am afraid I will discard something of value. I have tasks that await completion, similar to my entries that need attention. I flit from one chore to the next succumbing to the distractions that draw my eyes from the present in front of me to the whirlwind that calls me. I am initially engaged, but then, there are so many other things that entice me. I lack the focus needed to stay on task, and there it is, focus is the key element I need to master. .JPG)
If I can focus my mind like I focus my camera, perhaps I will regain an order and semblance to my chores, my blog and my life. If I can zoom in on the task at hand, I should be able to magnify exactly what it is, I would like to shine through...crystal clear and as sharp as a quill, poised for acuminous adage, one windfall at a time.
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