Yesterday I had a lot of serious thing competing for my attention I could not think of more than one thing at a time. The morning was spent in court sending a guy to jail for a long time. I wanted to be thinking about you and about the prayer meeting that night and about Shah visiting the Afghan family, but I absolutely could not even read a text because 100% of my focus was on the case and I had nothing left. I had a lunch break where I put all of my focus on the baby forgot about everything else. Then after court I got to focus on Shah and his visit to the Afghan family in learning more about them and ways we can help. (Expect more on that very soon)
I was thinking while driving between events that this must be what it’s like to be a man. I absolutely has no brain cells for anything other than the things in front of me. All day I was very unlike my normal distracted self. I was fully focused on the task in front of me and unable to be distracted. That night we had a prayer meeting for a friend with some serious health issues and started out more focused than I have probably ever been.
I was definitely seeing the advantages of being a one track minded man.
And then I looked at my phone.
I had forgotten a very important conference call with people from around the world that had been rescheduled for my sake. I do not do that. I have an unhealthy obsession with doing anything I commit to do.
I’m not sure I had a fully focused thought again for the rest of the night.
Maybe that one track minded, focused, man’s mind is a good thing and just takes practice. But I’m not sure it’s all it’s cracked up to be because how else do you remember all of the other balls you have in the air?
Sometimes you just have to drop one of those balls ,or at least set one aside for a bit. I have discovered that writing things down on my calendar only helps when I remember to look at my calendar. Andy and Nellie often act as my personal secretary to remind me what is on our schedule. That used to be Ariel,s job and before that yours.
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Zoya needs to step it up and start keeping my schedule. All she tells me now is when it is time to eat or time to help her stand
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