I love to write TO-DO lists. I either write them in a piece of paper, or I note them in my head. The lists is usually long per day, I am often detailed you know. The thing is, I always wonder where those lists go in the middle of the day.
Distractions. Distractions. What are they? They are the commercials to our supposed to be smooth-going plans. They are the additional fatty goodies to our initially strict diets. Mostly in my case, they are the antagonists of my own goal of publishing one article a day. Or the unexpected activities that ruin my so-called productive day.
Distractions are—wait, what is that strange-looking bird I just saw? Maybe some fairy that could shapeshift to animals? Wow, look at that vibrant orange and brown color combination! Is it possible to see a bird as small as that?! It is so cute and enchanting! I wonder what it sounds like. Oh, wait.. It flew away. Maybe I was too noisy.
What are we talking about again? Oh, distractions. Yes, I have lots of them. I would be really eager to write something in the morning. Yes, as early as five o' clock. I would start with a few strong words, but a devil appears. Yeah, a notification from Youtube. My favorite drama series has released the latest episode I've been waiting for three days. I open, and watch. It does not end with that. I end up watching the next suggested clips. Then maybe open Twitter or Facebook. Abracadabra. It has been two hours. I feel sleepy at seven.
I sleep again.
I would wake up at eight and spend the whole day as usual, totally forgetting about my article. I remember it again after all activities are done. I publish at night. If not lucky, maybe the next day again, because who knows if my brain still have some juice at night time?
It sounds funny when I tell the story, but in reality, it's annoying. I don't wanna be distracted, but you know distractions are quite addictive. I even crave for them sometimes. Sounds strange? No, I am sure you could definitely relate.
I have a well-prepared TO-DO lists for the day. Wake up at seven, have breakfast, and wash the dishes before eight. Do the laundry and finish by ten. Clean the cabinet, have some siesta. Clean the house, fix some papers, organize the docs. But my morning would really start at eight, because I would not want to wake up as early as planned when it's weekend. I would start with breakfast, yeah, but I eat while scrolling through my phone. Yes, phone again. Meal's finished, scrolling continues. Plans are delayed because of phone. Mom is sometimes right when she says I am inlove with my phone.
My phone, it is. It's just amazing I could do many things with my phone that I won't bother spending time with it. Mornings are filled with read.cash now, so I think it's somehow better than before.
However, not all distractions are negative, in my opinion. I use writing to distract myself from worrying. I write stories, I share experiences, I try out bew things, I participate in challenges. That way, my fears and worries are delayed. I am thankful. Drama series helps ne escape from reality, even just temporarily. My favorite singers help me cope with my struggles and their music distract me from feeling anf dwelling on negativities.
When I undergo some medical treatments that involve injections, I tend to be anxious. My solution is to distract my mind with funny thoughts, or singing gospel songs, to the point that I won't notice the procedure is done already.
Oops. Another distraction. Let me postpone writing this because mom gave me some pasta soup. It looks yummy.
It tastes bomb! I finished it within ten minutes.
Again, where are we? Oh, distractions. Moving on..
Right now, I am writing this as a distraction, actually. Wow, how fate works! I have received news. Maybe I'd talk about it on my next article soon. I decided to distract myself by just sleeping it out. I was unsuccessful. Whenever my eyes closed, the image flashes in my mind, clear as real. So, I just saw myself visiting this platform, sweeping off completely the notifications, mainly the Comments and Replies filter, and I was successful as I miraculously ran through comments and replies as far as five months ago. Attempt to distract myself, finally successful.
I planned on writing another sad article again. How my day went, the news I received, and the newborn anxiety it caused me, but I figured, why not write something fun to cheer myself up? Thus, the birth of this article. It's like two birds hit in one stone, as I am now back on track with regards to joining in Miss Jonica's prompt challenges again. Now, I feel better. Absolutely better. In fact, I am writing this right now, without giving much thought nor concern to the recent events. Keep coming, troubles. Fall in line. My distractions are here to make you wait for a while.
It is indeed true that distractions clashes against focus. But for some specific situations, distractions also help me like this. Distractions delays my worries and fears. So are distractions bad or good? My answer, it definitely depends.
Let me stop again for a bit. Whether to continue or not, I ain't sure. Let's see if I could add more to this after this thing. The thing is, I have to pee.
I tried to make this article as light and a bit funny as possible, and I enjoyed it. I hope you did, too. I also feel satisfied that I see myself trying out prompts and challenges again. I hope this goes on.
This is my entry to Miss @JonicaBradley 's latest Writing Prompt about Distractions. Feel free to write about it, too! Keep in mind these rules:
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Lead Image is an old TO DO list of mine.