Focus

I became scattered because I allowed myself to be. I had 10 shows in progress on Netflix. I would pick up a book, read a few paras, then put it down and pick up another.

My mind could not focus on anything. It was as if it shied away from looking too long at any one thing, and could only nibble here and there as I drifted.

I remember reading the first Malory Tower's book - and the speech Miss Potts or Potty gave Darrell about being wholehearted. She was copying Alicia who was brilliant and could dabble in this and that and still come out on top. And she did really badly in class, probably for the first time in her life. And Potty gave her a speech about being wholehearted that has come back to me. I find the wisdom contained in it very sage.

I forced myself to finish watch 10 Miles of Peach Blossoms until it finished and was off my Netflix list. I accidentally clicked two Southeast Asian movies that I ended up hating so I simply let them run their course while I faffed around the apartment doing other stuff. (I was clearing clutter on my Netflix).

Now I have only three in my "continue viewing" list and am sorely tempted to click on other stuff I want to watch, but I'll wait until I've reduced this to one. I will get through my seventh viewing of The Untamed (after a while it just becomes familiar and comfortable) and I will finally finish Nur (the funny thing about it is that I find the villain so despicable that I cannot bear to watch it because of him).

I'm reading Kathryn Mannix's book about dying properly (Dying is an art...and she's not talking about it that Sylvia Plath way) which I find oddly comforting and although I've lined up a few other books to follow it with, I think I'll wait till I finish this one before I move on to the next. Committing to review the books for a new blog helps keep me on track.

I had planned to answer emails today but my little kitten Jinny has taken up most of my time. Hopefully she will be weaned soon and less dependent on me. She's still very tiny so I cannot leave her alone with the other cats for fear that they will do something to her. Boom Boom has made herself a mother figure, but having had no kittens before, she's a sort of clumsy, affectionate, well-meaning mother.

I've been trying to move the art around in my apartment in a bid to brighten things up a bit. 

I need to go make milk now for Jinny to have her last feed for the night and change the water in her hot water bottle so she can sleep all nice and cosy.

Later for you.