Recently I’ve been told by several people, men in particular, that “If I’d just focus I’d be more productive.”  I laugh because I’ve learned that the masculine part of us is single-focused and feminine part has diffuse awareness (to pour in every direction).

A man described it to me perfectly. “I’m on a one lane road, doing the next task that is before me, while you are are on a 10-lane freeway, easily changing lanes.”

I received this in an email and it describes what I’ve been experiencing to a “T” and this is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide my car needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mailbox earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think, since I’m going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only one check left.

My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.

I’m going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don’t accidentally knock it over. I realize the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye–they need to be watered.

I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table!! , so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:

the driveway is flooded
the car isn’t washed,
the bills aren’t paid,
there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter,
there is still only one check in my check book,
I can’t find the remote,
I can’t find my glasses,
and I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.

Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I’m really tired.

I’m finding blogging, and keeping up with it, to be a fascinating process. I have lots of ideas to share on numerous topics. Yet it’s been almost a week since my last post – my bad.

The fact is I have five (Yes 5!) blog posts in various stage of creation. One needs a pic, one needs a few links added, one needs another example, etc. None are finished, none are posted. And that’s the point. Read the rest of this entry →

This excerpt, written by yours truly, comes from 80 Proven Ways to Become a Millionaire which SG&A Productions copublished.

The catalyst for this excerpt came from an evening around my dining room table when a group of friends were chatting about beliefs about money. One lady said she had been told repeatedly that “Money was dirty” and most of her life she had struggled to have enough money. I shared that I was raised with the belief that “If the Doctor had more, the minister had less.” Guess whose dad was a minister. (big grin)

And then another lady, who had always had plenty of money said, “My dad always told me that money grew on trees. And when I told him I couldn’t see the money growing, he said that it happened at night while I was sleeping.”

Enjoy!
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