A meditation on distraction.

It’s sitting here, in front of a computer screen. Coffee to my right, iPhone to my right. Book open on my lap. A millennial air surrounding me. Eyes glancing at the clock. Only four minutes have passed since I last told myself I would start writing again. The headphones in my ears are sitting cozy as the song changes. I lost my original intention so I should probably start again. This is my meditation on distraction and it’s becoming clear who is going to win, who already won. I feel good but I know what I need to do to be better. It’s all about cutting out that shit. You know that shit. It’s looking up to see someone is doing the same thing, wondering silently in space with six tabs open at once. That kind of shit. The real key to success is rising about the inconsequential shit that is designed to make it that much more difficult for you to accomplish your goals. Like writing this little meditation. That shit.