distracted
It has been so long since I have posted anything... and I have been so terribly busy. My life seems to fluctuate between feast and famine, from drought to downpour...
Needless to say, the last month or so has been a time of downpour... too much to do... too little time... too much A.D.D. ... too little ability to focus and concentrate.
It's all winding down now. Just two more days and it will all be over. So, in this moment of no-focusing-ability, I thought I would post a poem for all those other no-focus people in the world. You know who you are... and you know why we never get to sleep. We are always too busy being distracted by the distraction of the moment. We can never get finished with the stuff we need to do because we are always too busy distracting ourselves with stuff that is a little more immediate. We need that little shake from time to time to bring us back to what we need to be doing -- to help us focus.
But, it is almost over for now... two more days... just two more days.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by: Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Needless to say, the last month or so has been a time of downpour... too much to do... too little time... too much A.D.D. ... too little ability to focus and concentrate.
It's all winding down now. Just two more days and it will all be over. So, in this moment of no-focusing-ability, I thought I would post a poem for all those other no-focus people in the world. You know who you are... and you know why we never get to sleep. We are always too busy being distracted by the distraction of the moment. We can never get finished with the stuff we need to do because we are always too busy distracting ourselves with stuff that is a little more immediate. We need that little shake from time to time to bring us back to what we need to be doing -- to help us focus.
But, it is almost over for now... two more days... just two more days.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by: Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
5 Comments:
one more day... one more day... i'll be thinking about you...
love you... susie...
It is now 12:15 in Mississippi... are you done?! Are you done?!
I hope so! Do something fun today to celebrate... or maybe just take a nap!
Much love,
Cris
you really are distracted....
quoting Robert Frost instead of studying.
glad to see that you're back posting again. I really had thought about posting you a
"yoo hoo...this is your blog calling..." type of thing but I was waiting until you finished your exam to do so.
glad your classes are finished!
love, cindy
I am so proud of you Angie! Good job!
Love,
Emelia
You did good!!!
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