All that glitters gets pretty old.

Most of the time that I'm supposed to be doing something on my computer (which, honestly, is most of the time), I find myself sucked into doing things totally unrelated to my project/mission/goal. I'm on my way to a specific place to get specific information, and--WHOA! What was that!?—next thing I know, I'm off-topic. As with most things, I can say the same is true of life. Any time I have my mind set on achieving something or reaching the next level, I get distracted. Something sparkles in the peripheral and I forget what I was doing.

 

Last week, I spent an inordinate amount of time devoted to projects that aren't exactly the kind of projects I'm interested in. I have the option at any time to do or refuse these side-jobs. Sometimes it's OK, and I'll go ahead and take some on to keep myself busy. Other times, I am already busy and really don't have the time or energy to focus on them, but (because of my accommodating ways) I'm talked into doing something I'd rather not do.  

 

These projects are Sparkly Things; they offer little satisfaction and are generally located inside a trap. (Works on raccoons all the time.) I'm saddened to admit that a slew of Sparkly Things kept me from this blog last week, an error I hadn't even realized until this morning. Not cool, Adrienne. Not cool.

 

That oversight was my breaking point. I like this blog. I like my goals.. I like the things I'm trying to invest my time in, and I feel that my constant availability to others has made me too scatterbrained and unfocused to be a proper role model for my daughter. She needs to see that I'm taking control of my life and future (and hers, by extension) instead of caving to others' demands. I'm tired of putting my plans on pause to help someone else fulfill their goals. My time may be for sale, but not all of it.

So I'm officially boycotting Sparkly Things. As soon as I complete the remaining pieces of the last project I accepted, that's all, folks. And, just like that, I'm back on course, on topic, in the game, on the right path, what-have-you. With my blinders on, of course.