The Holy Grail of Focus

You want to focus.  Perhaps you made it your one word of the year.

Focus, focus, focus.

This is the year to focus and get things done.

Except… the world seems to be conspiring to keep your mind splattered.  Emails, pings, tweets, Facebook updates, blog posts, newsletters, text messages, phone calls, breaking news, advertising.

Except… your mind seems to be conspiring to keep your mind splattered.

Even when you set aside the time.  Even when you create a distraction free environment.

Particularly when you set aside the time and create a distraction free environment.

Your mind starts to chatter.  Should be doing this.  Should be doing that.  Mentally checking off lists.  Fingers itching to check, to browse, to click, to type something short.  Starting to self-criticise.  Should focus, why can’t you focus, what’s wrong with you, you’ll never do it, attention span of a gnat, focus, focus, why can’t you focus.

It’s not pleasant.  It doesn’t help you to write.  And it becomes a vicious circle.  We start to avoid the times we’ve set aside as ‘focus’ time, because it doesn’t work and the guilt that comes with it isn’t worth the bother.

I started out this piece intending to find resources that would help you to focus.  (And I will, still, later.)

But the more I thought about it, the more I thought maybe we’re chasing after the wrong end goal.

When I think about focus, I get uncomfortable.  Physically. I  start to squirm.  My mind starts to chatter.  I realise that I will come up with as many distractions as I can to avoid those times when I’m ‘supposed’ to be focused.

It’s different when I think about flow.

When I think about flow, when I think about working and writing in a flow state, I want to go there.

I want to be in that state, when I’m energised and creating, when I feel my heart beating faster, when the words are pouring out of me, when there’s not the slightest desire to check or browse or email or ping I just want to be there, in that moment when my fingers are connected to my heart to the ground to the source, when I’m hard wired to the source and the words emerge hard and pure and deep and truthful.

And yes, I know that’s the writing part and there’s still work to be done to edit and finish and get the stuff out there, and that requires an element of concentration, but I can do that, more easily, with material that has that spark within it.

Material that talks to me.  That I hope will talk to you.  That reminds me of that state of flow, and invites me to dive back into it.

I will happily sacrifice all of the distractions of that modern world for a few minutes of that pure experience.  I don’t need to make an effort to get there.  I don’t need to set an intention or write a mantra or construct blog posts or read e-books or manuals.  I just need to do the things that give me that feeling.

Go for a walk in a beautiful place.  Read poetry that talks direct to my heart.  Take photographs with the eyes of the heart.  Look out for moments, tiny moments of kindness, wonder, love.  Journal a moment when the world seemed to be on fire, or bathed in kindness.

So, now I’m wondering.  Are we chasing after the right thing at all?

Can we swap one f-word for another?  Could we ditch the obsession with focus and feeling bad about not having it, and jump into the pleasure of flow instead?