One at a Time

I’m not a good multi-tasker.

I write song lyrics when I’m listening to music and writing at the same time. I read sentences 10 times over when I’m listening to television and reading a book. And I burn things when I’m on my phone and cooking.

Studies show no one is a good multi-tasker. Because we’re not really doing two things at once. We’re doing one thing and the other thing is taking a backseat.

Which is why my advice today is that you should, whenever possible, try to focus on one problem, task, thing at a time.

Take me for instance. I am currently writing my first novel. I am not, also, learning to juggle while I do it (although novel writing is a juggling act in its own rite.)

And neither should you. I mean, do two things at one time. You can learn to juggle if you want.

Especially during quarantine, try to minimize your multi-tasking. I know it’s tempting, especially if you’re working from home and home-schooling your kids all at the same time. But trust me, your kids will thank you later if you step away from the laptop, get them started with what they need to do, and then go back to what you were doing. And your brain will thank you too.

So try less multi and more only. There will be time for you to try other things, like juggling, when all of this goes back to normal. I promise.

Love,

Bailey

 

 

 

I Don’t Know Why

Some days, things are hard. And some days? Things are so much harder.

I don’t know why that is. I don’t know why it seems to feel like the universe has it out for us some days, but on others, it wants to sabotage us and then trip us and then kick us when we’re down.

I don’t know why some days you can drop a cup of coffee on yourself and accidentally give yourself third degree burns. And I don’t know why life has to give you the third degree.

I don’t know why the words flow so quickly on some days. And I don’t know why it’s hard to go with the flow on others.

I don’t know why I get so stressed out sometimes. And I don’t know why my brain would allow me to do that to itself.

I don’t know why I can’t focus somedays. And I don’t know why there is nothing to focus on, on others.

I don’t know why I make everything so hard. And I don’t know why it’s so easy when I let it be.

I don’t know why I can’t learn to be still. And I don’t know why I can’t learn to keep going.

I don’t know why happiness is the hardest thing to attain. And I don’t know why it’s the first to leave.

I don’t even know why you’re reading this. And I certainly don’t know whether this is helping you.

But do you know what I do know? We all make it through. We all get along on our way. I may not know why, but I know how:

by breathing and carrying on.