Here’s Why I Struggle to Get Stuff Done
My hobbies are like books on a shelf in an ignored corner. Every once in a while, I reach up and grab one. It is old and faded, but the weight feels nice in my hands. As I flip through the pages, a smell fills the air, and details rush back to me.
I can’t help but ask, “Where did I leave off?” And then my mind plays a movie; the scene faint, the sound muffled. With a struggle, it gains a slight touch of color.
After skimming some of the pages, a few memories come back to me. They used to be connected like the threads of a spider web, making something beautiful. But now they are scattered.
Rebuilding is difficult. When I realize this, sometimes I put it all back on the shelf and continue with something easier. Other times, I push through. Working and sweating to reconnect the facts. It can take all day or more to get back to where I was before stopping.
Other things in life can get in the way too, and this requires me to put it back on the shelf. But sometimes I make it back to where I left off. Then I whisper, “Oh yeah, that’s right.”
