I wish I lived on paper so I could crumble up all my distractions. My living room would be littered with crumbled up balls of paper. And I would be alone, in silence…still not wanting to work. Looking for something else, some new way to keep me from my To Do List.
I’m not “easily distracted.” I secretly want to be distracted because I don’t want to work so I’ll look for anything that can distract. That’s my secret.