Retrieving Self

After arguing with Storm Jameson and her quotation for several days, I eventually acquiesced. She was right -- somewhat prophetic, in my opinion.

Somehow, I feel that a mall map arrow is pointing at me, saying, "You are here!" ;-\

Ironically, Storm Jameson died in 1986. Her statement had to have been made well before the advent of the internet, yet it perfectly and aptly describes the way I've been feeling online lately: stupefied.

I have lost both focus and priority, and my mind is in overdrive -- so much so that even the most brief of comments seems impossible to write at times. Having divided my attention into a million pieces, each demanding equal attention in my twenty-four-hour day, I have created this vortex for myself, and I am reaping the consequences sorely. Unfortunately, so are others, and I need their forgiveness.

~ I have not been able to concentrate well when I read the thoughts of my dearest friends in their various corners of expression.

~ I have not been capable of giving thoughtful feedback to those I love -- my husband, my children, my dad, and my closest friends. ;-)

~ My calendar has become so full that I feel the need to make appointments with myself to breathe and to think.

~ I've done little to no writing of my own, for what that's worth.

How did this happen? How did I let this "torrent" overtake me? One click at a time, I suppose.

In hopes of recovering what I have lost, that treasured focus and priority, I'm narrowing my online focus and presence somewhat. Two books sit on my bedside table, awaiting my company, and I am praying that I can make whatever changes are necessary to recover my mind from hiding -- while praying that the Lord will not let me miss what is important and essential.

Yes, little red arrow, I am here.

~ End Quote