Distractable - Livin' the Good Life
Apr. 29th, 2010
12:21 pm - Distractable
That's me. That may be one of the reasons I had an easy time being a mother. I was not bothered by constant interruptions. My mind could fluidly go back and forth between one thing and another. It was almost enjoyable. Let's think about this for a minute. Now this. Now this. All equally interesting and worth my time, and not one thing (related to my kids) more important than another.
Now I've just been distracted from what I was going to write about. To continue....
I was doing my standing yoga poses while gazing out the window this morning, and a spectacularly colorful bird landed on a bush very close by. What IS that? I thought. I had never seen anything like it in the desert. I quickly found a piece of paper and pen and drew a quick sketch of it, noting the colors. I got on the Interent and found the bird! It was a Bullock's Oriole. Brillantly yellow-orange on it's lower body with a black cap on it's head and a narrow black "mask" across its eyes. I almost had to squint to look at it because it was so bright! Then I listened to the bird song of that particular Oriole (provided by this Internet bird site) so that I could recognize it when I'm outside.
Oh yes, I was doing yoga. Back to my poses. This is life for me. I move from one thing to another depending on what draws me and what I have the most "head of steam" for. I could have made a mental note to check about the bird after my yoga session, but it wouldn't have been as pleasurable an hour later. I'm the most happy when I'm inspired, and inspiration can't wait. It calls, I go. This is my life. When I'm not inspired I follow somewhat of a routine. But, if inspiration calls, the routine is abandoned.
My dad, on the other hand, is all about routine. If I invite him to go somewhere at 10 AM, he is there at 10 AM on the dot. If I'm not quite ready to go, he's antsy. He eats at our house at 10 AM and 3 PM. If the food is not ready exactly at those times, he appears agitated. He is just wired like that. Whereas, I eat when I feel like it... a different time every day. Luckily, Steve is exactly the same way, so we easily bend with each other around eating and routines in general. We work very well together in that way. With my dad's rigid adherence to schedules, I have learned to be very careful to watch the clock when it comes to him. I have things ready ON TIME! But, I reserve the right to be very lax with my own doings. If I don't want to commit to a time, I tell my dad, "I'll get you when I'm ready." He has to accept that, as unnatural as that is for him. We both have to compromise when our lifestyles have to blend. It's good for us.
So, back to the original topic. One of the wonderful things about "being retired" is that life can be so flexible. I simply love just daydreaming. After a period of relaxation and daydreaming, I usually come up with an inspiration which makes me spring into action. I try to think of things that are pleasurable, even if it's just what I'm going to make to eat. "What would be healthy and yummy right now?" That will get me moving. Not, "It's 3 o'clock, I'd better make some food." The former motivates me, the latter leaves me cold.
Who knows how much time I have left here. I want it to be pleasurable and full of inspired action! If I have to do things I don't normally enjoy, I will find some joy in them. I will keep reaching for more and more things to enjoy. There's no time to waste.