Scattered

Sometimes I feel scattered.  My thoughts ping pong about like little tiny birds chasing seed.

When this happens, the only thing I can do is get a big piece of paper and write down the pinging thoughts.  Make a list.  I keep it with me all day catching little scattered fragments.

Then I carve out time--a big block--where I start at the top and work all the way through to the bottom.

For me, scattered thoughts are usually about too much to do--so much that I lose my ability to prioritize.  When that happens, the only thing left is to take it bird, by bird.
© Random Cathy
Maira Gall