I think I’m pretty good at multitasking.
I can spin many plates and find ways of keeping nearly all of them up.
I love the challenge of just keeping things moving.
I do lists.
I tick off list items.
I add to the list.
I tick more off.
I make calls, I text, I write letters.
Lots of them.
But give me a book and I’m in big trouble.
I can only read in silence.
The TV and radio must be off.
The cats must be asleep.
And not snoring.
The guy slamming his car doors outside my house needs to behave.
The boy racer trying to hit 50 mph down my residential road needs to grow up.
The postman needs to leave the large package he cannot get through my letterbox, despite a number of noisy attempts, on my doorstep and gently post a note telling me.
I just lose myself in the book.
Almost any book.
It’s a form of mindfulness.
It’s certainly spiritual.
A complete transportation into another world.
Lost in space.
I’m not giving up on books.
Oh no, that’s not going to happen.
I’d just like the world to become just a little bit quieter…😎