Distractions

The rumbling of the world spills secrets to my ears and turns thoughts into other thoughts into other thoughts into other things which are not always what I was originally doing. My life is suddenly a string of decisions made in the moment; like when I wander around the kitchen in the morning, trying to remember how to make breakfast. My attention, my discipline–it is a muscle. It can be taut It can be relaxed It can be strengthened. When I am strong, I will stare my answers in the face; chin held up, indignant of everything pressing down on me. Self-doubt will melt away a string at a time.