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

jasmine

pink

heat

green

laughter

peace

roses

yellow

song

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.

Concentration

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!