I just can’t focus.
I could say it’s a weird day and that would be true. But I could just as easily say it’s been a weird week, month, or series of months, or moments times moments. And that would be true, too.
Given the economy, the layoffs, and the uncertain tomorrows, weirdness at work isn’t all that surprising. And, given my wife and I have another daughter that’s fast-approaching, weirdness at home is actually pretty much expected. But that’s not it.
It’s as if I keep drifting.
Do you know what I mean? When you have to stop, shake your head a bit, then reread the same paragraph, again and again? And if it were just the one paragraph, or the one document, or even the one subject, I could accept that this is just a great example of one of those things I just have trouble wrapping my head around. Chalk it up and move on.
But that’s only a metaphor. What if those paragraphs aren’t letters on the page, but hours of your time? What if that document is actually an entire day?
What do you do then?