Please Kill Me,
Greetings, all of you overworked, dream packets.
Focus. The bastard offspring of determination and concentration. We face the surface of it every day. Waking up with aspirations -promises to ourselves that “today’s the day!” Unfortunately more often than not, it alludes us.
That’s not to say that we don’t desire the end game. Nor is it to suggest inability. As a fact sometimes things just get in the way (life is an attention whore).
Beyond the confines of procrastination, we discover just how much our social obligations ripple into goals. For the less lucky of the bunch, that ripple can tidal wave over our would be achievements, until the moment’s past us by, pretty sad. (There’s no worse failure than “almost”.)
What I’ve found as the best method to avoid that fate, is to create time for your focus. Don’t get me wrong this requires discipline (and a bit of alchemy).
We must think of focus as a constant. Something that’s always there, ready to conquer the task at hand. However it’s timid ; humble if you will, and won’t steal away your attention ( if it did, there would be alot more accidents). We must learn to schedule time for nothing but FOCUS.
Turn off the phone, crash your internet, blow up your television. Give focus the care it deserves and attack your goals full force.
Whether it be for an hour, a day, a week, (anymore in one sitting, you’ll likely develop a drug habit) , or however much it needs. Spread that time out and give yourself a deadline. Do that and sit back as focus caresses your frontal lobes, like the sweet embrace of electro-shock therapy (or whatever gets you off).
It takes time, initiative, and practice ( So remember – “Just the T.I.P.”) All well worth the effort to deter what detours you.
On the edge of concentration,
P.S. Becoming Utopia, COMING SOON!