Now that I have a little more time on my hands since retiring from home education, I find that I am more distracted. As a person of routine and goal-setting, it is a bit disconcerting. I have an idea every day of what needs to get done, but I don’t always have the drive to do it at certain times and certain ways. I’m also in between writing projects. About the time I get excited about doing the new idea, there is something still to be done with the old one. I am excited about the new hobbies I am adding to my creative endeavors, but then I don’t want to ignore the sustaining disciplines I have always enjoyed and that clarify my purpose.
Perhaps this is–as my art journal theme for this month states–a time to refocus and refashion. As I continue to declutter my basement (and other rooms), I wonder if I still want this or that or that other thing. Or is this or that or that other thing supposed to be something and somewhere new and different?
Yet, there are things that must remain as reflected in the poem below. These are things to remember that aid in the ability to refocus.