Focus, Darling, Focus!

While the weekend offered many positives, somehow Sunday spun me into a funk -- a funky-assed funk, at that. Little of my "ambitious" writing projects were engaged. Instead, I paced the apartment, tidied up a bit, checked out a Lynch video (Wild at Heart) and generally brooded. [insert pout here]

There is nothing worse than being unfocused. In all honesty, I yielded the focus to the landlord. He had a bank assessor eyeball each unit (hence, the cleaning). Alas, by 2PM my juice had tanked.

In a by-the-way dispatch, during my mini-vacation last week I launched a sister blog specifically for the Big Black Good Man project. Yea!!! Hmmm, but yes -- work is required in updating and maintaining activity. As this Idle Chatter so painfully reveals, my 2008 productivity has been a bit wanting. [insert a secondary pout here]

Most of the day, I've referenced mantras or aphorisms to get the mojo: nada. One metaphor that I've referenced for a few months came from my AM runs of the fall. When one is jogging/running/power walking, staying focused and within the forthcoming terrain is critical. I referenced a sense of being harnessed to my path, yielding me closer to the end location. The path pulled me, in a sense, because for that period, there is nothing else -- just what's ahead.