Distraction is my currency. I live with it; sometimes on it (sad to say). And the prospect of giving it up is enough to make me create unnecessary distractions of my own.
The job, the commute, the tasks of daily living — these are necessary. Endless tidying and Googling are not.
But eventually I come around, assisted by a pen and paper, an empty screen, a good book.
That is what happened yesterday into today. I read a book (more on that in a future post). I wrote pages in my journal — enough to complete one blank book, so that (I admit a tad sheepishly and obsessively) I could begin a new one on January 1. And I still had time to spend in idle thought.
It's a quiet way to see in the new year, quiet and necessary.