Focus

 I should know better.  

As I read or write my mind often wonders.  Sometimes I keep going.  Sometimes I quit in exasperation.  

After quitting I find plenty of time to blame myself for not focusing.

Honestly I should know better.

I am making progress, though.  I am sticking to tasks even if it is struggle.  Funny thing is, I find my groove during some pockets of time.  I guess focus is something that can ensue.

I don’t mind that.  Nor do I mind the euphoric moments after I finish my reading or writing.  

Imperfect efforts trump not doing anything at all.

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