I was reading my book, then took a sip of coffee, saw a notification on my notebook computer about an email and then jumped in and deleted it. Another sip.
The bright light of my iPhone 6+ shone in my face; apparently Amazon will be delivering some baby products to my front door sometime before 8:00pm today and I could track it, if I wanted, at the very moment.
My music, which was on repeat, had suddenly stopped. I’m not sure why, but I had to get that back “on track” and so I did. I choose another loop and hit it hard. Another email but this time it was from my dad. Okay, that’s a worthy read.
Another sip. Now, what was I doing?
I jump back into my writing app and then start writing. But about what? I hadn’t even finished the section and chapter yet! I had started reading it 10 minutes ago and I was all set to go – what happened?
Distraction. It murdered me and I need to recover.
The amateur has a long list of fears. Near the top are two: Solitude and silence.
The amateur fears solitude and silence because she needs to avoid, at all costs, the voice insider her head that would point her toward her calling and her destiny. So she seeks distraction.
The amateur is easily distracted from the real work that must get done. I’m not invincible and can still very much fall prey and victim to it. It’s a daily struggle. Building the right type of habits is constant, never-ending, and necessary.
Go pro. Forget anything less.