Distraction

I know this for sure: once I start cleaning my house, I cannot stop. There is something to this whole “get your house in order” thing, I will tell you that.  Yesterday I was stuck inside a tangled web of computer/electronic/whydowehavethiscrap wires for two hours. Although everything was up and running afterward (success!) it still looks as messy as it ever did, and annoys me as much as it did before.  Moral of the story: don’t rearrange your office, no good can come of it.

I have to say, I do like this “work at home” thing. Or, in my case, “get ready to work at home” thing. It’s relaxing, it makes me like my home, and I get to sit inside and look directly out a window instead of at a cube wall. Win, no?

The thing is, I need practice. I am so easily distracted, so ready to dream off to some other place, that I cannot be trusted.

As good as the view from home is, I think of other things. Views out of other places and other windows, or lack of windows, as the case may be:

Out other front doors. Or lack of doors, as the case may be:

I realize this doesn’t deserve any sympathy, and I’m not looking for it.  But at the same time, I have to wonder: am I ever going to be good at sitting still and concentrating for any length of time?

I’m going to go with NO.

I know too much. I’ve seen too much. It’s hopeless.

I’m forever distracted.

What a shame.