Smelling the roses

On an early summer’s day, I took a walk.  Not a new walk or a particularly exciting walk – though I never take for granted the ever-changing constant view as I cross the river – but one which affords me time to catch up with podcasts and exercise my often too-sedentary limbs.

Should I add the bolt-on bit? I wondered as I wandered.  Do I need an extra few minutes?  Is it worth the effort?

Yes, I urged myself.  Why not?  You’re doing okay; it’s fine.

And so on I went.  I rounded the corner into the street and suddenly










My senses kept getting overridden by one another, couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stop looking, smelling, feeling, as if a multitude of blessings were crowded down one inconsequential little road and looked to me in return for escape.

Well done, I congratulated myself.  What a happy decision to continue, to follow my feet, to lift my head and heart and smell the roses as I walked on.



Much credit and admiration is given to multitasking but there comes a time when cleaning the house while sending emails and engaging with social media and baking doesn’t feel like achievement to me; it feels like diluted effort.  And I don’t like to give half-measures.  I’m more likely to make mistakes and it makes me feel scatty, not a sensation I’ve ever enjoyed.

So here be my resolutions:

  • I will stow my phone under my desk, in my bag and on silent to promote my concentration at work.
  • I will watch that documentary I’ve been looking forward to without simultaneously scrolling through Instagram.
  • I will complete one task before unnecessarily jumping on the next one.

Of course there will be moments when I shall feel superhuman as I keep seemingly dozens of plates spinning in the air, but it’s time for me to give my concentration the concentration it requires.  I have new adventures planned and I want to be strong in this facet before I set another plate in motion.

Let the spinning desist!