It isn’t till I look at the time, then at my work, and compare the two that I notice an uneasy balance. As usual, the scale tips in favor of time, and the individual that capitalizes on it.
I think I now, after a year and some time, understand the concept of jonawrites.
If you could remain focused for a long stretch of time, say from 8 AM to 5 PM, how much would you accomplish? How much further down the checklist would you be? Would there even be a checklist anymore?
Her eyes watch me move from kitchen cabinets to the fridge door. Her head moves not an inch. She let’s her tounge hang with careless confidence. She’s focused.
My brother, whom I love very much, was a complicated guy. He was many things, two of which stood out most prominent; his wit and skill at being an asshole.
I was both amazed and frustrated.