Goofing Off with Laser-Focused Attention

Last night, I was goofing off with such laser-focused attention to the goofing off that I forgot to write.  I also went to bed earlier than usual, if that matters.  I suppose it does.  I can be pretty easily thrown for a loop if I screw with my routine.  It’s not that I’m that automaton, this mindless drone (which I suspect I pretty much am).  It’s more like…I cram so much into the few hours that I have at home that I can’t skip a beat.  If I do, I pretty much skip a beat and trip over my own feet.  If I were a dancer, that would be the way my life would work.

But I’m not a dancer.  I may sometimes fantasize about entering the TV-based competition “So You Think You Can Dance?” as the only 40-year-old that ever made it into the top 20, but I get dizzy when I spin around too fast.  I don’t know if you’ve ever watched that show, but those people freakin’ spin around FAST.  And they do it A LOT.  There’s also dancing and physical stuff involved that I might not exactly be prepared to do.  The 40-Train is coming fast, and I don’t know that I’ve left myself enough time to be in tip-top shape.  And there’s always the spinning problem.

I think it’s OK to sometimes goof off with laser-focused attention that results in your forgetting to do something that is not mission-critical for your life, the life of your significant other, the lives of your children…or the lives of your parents, siblings, their spouses, their children, your friends, their families, HH Dalai Lama, Sigourney Weaver, Mike Tyson, Orson Scott Card, Stephen King, Gerard Butler (because you can’t mess with Jennifer Aniston’s mojo), Bruce Willis, Bono, William Kamkwamba, or just about anyone else on the planet.  The mainly irrelevant stuff is OK to forget.  

Stuff like writing in your blog.  You can forget that, especially if YOU are OK with it.  Goofing off is completely acceptable, healthy behavior.  

Trust me, I know.