To whom do I report the theft of my attention. I had it just a minute ago, and now I'm distracted. Maybe the newspaper stole it. With headlines of "Virus kills thousands per day." It could have happened when I was thinking about which podcast to listen to, which email to respond to, which blog to read. Perhaps the culprit was the National Republican Committee calling me to solicit my vote, or maybe it was the refrigerator, stocked full of goodies. Possibly it happened while on my walking.
Zivon, my super-smart Chocolate Lab, and I walked to the mailbox when we saw a truck pull over and stop ahead on the road, and a pretty young girl gets out. She scampered up the road embankment with a clipboard. Rachel, in her official white USDA Dodge Ram pickup, from the USDA, was here surveying the neighbor's Conservation Reserve Program land. She was checking to see if it is still qualified for government payment. We chatted a bit and discovered we have some mutual friends. She told me how frustrating her job assessing the land was. To qualify, a landowner only had to have the land covered in 50% perennial grasses. A piece of ground could be in terrible shape and still qualify to be in the program. Mildred's CRP land passes Rachel's tests.
My attention seems like it is being attacked like a beekeeper working an angry hive on a hot August afternoon. The attack stately is to overwhelm with thousands of tiny missiles of distraction. The precious resource of attention is being strip-mined to satisfy someone else's agenda. The only thing I think I control is my attention and where I put it. But assuming I have any control over my attention is a fallacy. Stuff just happens, and I can't explain why. I tell myself what I think are plausible reasons why my focus wanders here and there, but this is always done in retrospect. I am no different from you. We are notoriously bad at reconstructing these past moments explaining the meanderings of our attention and distraction.
So, where does this leave us?
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31/31 Challenge
- Dec 1, 2020 Getting Started Dec 1, 2020
- Dec 2, 2020 To whom do I report the theft... Dec 2, 2020
- Dec 3, 2020 Falling in Love Dec 3, 2020
- Dec 4, 2020 Life is but a dream Dec 4, 2020
- Dec 5, 2020 Tiny moments for gratitude expression Dec 5, 2020
- Dec 6, 2020 You are what you do Dec 6, 2020
- Dec 7, 2020 Attention Strength Training Dec 7, 2020
- Dec 8, 2020 Quietude Dec 8, 2020
- Dec 9, 2020 Hupomnemata/Zettelkasten Dec 9, 2020
- Dec 10, 2020 Your smile spreads happiness Dec 10, 2020
- Dec 11, 2020 A sence of place Dec 11, 2020
- Dec 12, 2020 Attentional Autonomy Dec 12, 2020
- Dec 13, 2020 Writing is the technology of thinking Dec 13, 2020
- Dec 14, 2020 Iterate through failure Dec 14, 2020
- Dec 15, 2020 Writing on thin air Dec 15, 2020
- Dec 16, 2020 Walking is thinking Dec 16, 2020
- Dec 17, 2020 Inexplicable Depth Dec 17, 2020
- Dec 18, 2020 Nurture Noticing Dec 18, 2020
- Dec 19, 2020 More noticing Dec 19, 2020
- Dec 20, 2020 When death comes Dec 20, 2020
- Dec 21, 2020 We short change our own lives through inattention Dec 21, 2020
- Dec 22, 2020 Ask yourself these questions. Dec 22, 2020
- Dec 23, 2020 Walk Time! Smell Time! Dec 23, 2020
- Dec 24, 2020 A Smiling Experiment Dec 24, 2020
- Dec 25, 2020 Smiling Meditation Dec 25, 2020
- Dec 26, 2020 The big round dog bed Dec 26, 2020
- Dec 27, 2020 Kinship Dec 27, 2020
- Dec 28, 2020 See looks beautiful Dec 28, 2020
- Dec 29, 2020 Lucky Dec 29, 2020
- Dec 30, 2020 What Would You Tell Your Twenty-Something Self Dec 30, 2020
- Dec 31, 2020 Imitating Superman Dec 31, 2020