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Distraction



I'm finding it hard to concentrate on just one item these days.

We've not yet been home a month (I KNOW SERIOUSLY! It totally feels so much longer than that) and there still seems to be so many questions floating in the air.

And so, I find myself, busily trying to find one solution (somewhere to work) when suddenly, my brain jumps to another problem it wants to fix (pants too tight. must exercise).

I distinctly remember the guilty feeling when umemployed, that I'm-a-total-slacker feeling that needles away at you, make you feel like you're not being productive if you're not doing something to get yourself employed.

I suppose it similar to the guilt creative people feel when they have to leave the office to be, well, CREATIVE.

Like their playing hooky. Or doing something they shouldn't because it actually makes them feel good.

But I ignored all those thoughts today and decided that since I am in the middle of a forest, I should take advantage of that and go...are you ready...OUTSIDE.

Yesterday, I didn't get dressed. I sat in front of the computer, creating cover letters, updating resumes, finding endless job search websites to upload information to. And then suddenly, it was 5pm.

So today, I ventured. D drove to the end of the long road at the cottage and walked back.

And it's true what they say. Step away from things and you'll find yourself more productive when you come back to it.

It was beautiful outside, quiet and peaceful. And with everything covered in lovely white snow, (not the dirty brown Toronto kind) it made for a magical walk.

I looked into the trees and thought about all the little animals that must come out at night, a whole community interacting with each other, while I'm tucked up into my bed.

And although it was a solitary feeling, I knew that I wasn't alone on that walk.

Definitely a good distraction.

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