You might wake up some mornin’
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you’re quick enough to rise
You’ll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone’s fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow
That was Bob Lind singing about the elusive butterfly of love.
The butterfly I am thinking of flits aimlessly, changing direction for no reason other than a splash of colour, is wafted up and sideways by the breeze….
That’s my mind, which generally has a struggle to focus and apply itself. Distraction is easy and frequent and false hares are irresistible once started, so I end up foxless.
Is that procrastination, a lack of discipline, poor focus, scant 
concern? Probably all; which is somewhat depressing. Tenacity and determination have always been my weak point: it took me 14 years to achieve my BA, for heaven’s sake!
Phew! This started out as flash realisation it was Friday and I had not written my weekly blog and a mild self castigation for following bloody butterflies again!
I have been meaning to read up on meditation; maybe this is another message?
Enjoy your weekend, y’all!
sillysocksonfriday 
This guy writes such nothing stuff!
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Nervewracking is the similarity to my focus capabilty. My nephew says “make a list and continually apply the 80/20 rule to that list”
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Think maybe we are reverse wired? Do the 80 small things and the 20 big things will disappear?
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