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Dealing With Distractions
Laying here on the couch, feet up, relaxing in my shorts and t-shirt, two odd socks, one up one down, I know I really should be writing but I’m surrounded by distractions.
My two-year-old son running up and down the hallway, shouting, laughing and playing with his mountain of toys that seem to be growing by the day.
Netflix on in the background, some long-winded series playing out, my girlfriends’ latest obsession.
The sound of the neighbours singing, playing music and chatting floats through an open window on the spring breeze as they prepare a barbecue for their evening meal, it is, after all, the season for it here in New Zealand.
As my senses are pulled in every direction with the goings-on around me, all I want to do is work on my latest piece.
Damn, I wish I was better at dealing with distractions.
Yes, of course, I could just remove myself from these distractions, go find myself a hidey-hole away from the hustle and a bustle that comes with a thriving family home.
But most times that’s easier said than done — two-year-olds have a sixth sense for finding you whenever you try and slip off for five minutes of peace.
