August 3, 2014

A Dragon Named Distraction

Not too long ago, I accepted a friend request on Facebook from a cousin I haven't heard from in years.  I loved reading about her current adventures and, as is always the case, I hoped my posts were just as anticipated.

One day, I posted something about this blog.  I don't remember what I said, I only remember her comment - "You have a blog?  Why am I not reading it?"

At first, I was excited to share the link.  A new reader!  I love new readers.  Especially those who knew me back in my troubled years.  I wanted to impress, thrill, and entertain.  I wanted her to see just how far I've come, how much I've progressed.  I wanted to be proud to call me her cousin.


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Then I remembered my most recent posts.

In particular, my "I am a Turtle" post from a couple of weeks ago.  The short and completely dumb post I threw together at last second just to maintain my weekly postings.  The one that had no right to be posted.  EVER.

Oh, crap.
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As I hung my head in shame, I berated myself.  I used to post things that mattered.  My words were chosen carefully and deliberately to convey the message I had.  I had high standards.

What happened?  How could I allow myself to sink so far?  To allow myself to post such...CRAP?

I pondered this for a while, wondering what went wrong.  In the middle of mentally beating myself up, I spied something out of the corner of my eye.

Two big green scaly feet peeking out from under my curtains.

A dragon.
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"Oh, you sneaky thing!" I said, tearing the curtain away.  "How long have you been here?"

He slithered past, whispering as he went.  "I've been here much longer than you realize."

I glimpsed his name as he slipped under the bed - Distraction.

Aha!  Mystery solved!

Looking back, I realized his influence had been affecting my life for weeks, if not months.  My son's surgery, my own surgery, selling of our house - it all provided the perfect opportunity for Distraction to stealthily insert himself into my life.

A blog to write?  I can't concentrate - I'm too stressed!  Just a quick post will do.  Maybe it's not the best, but at least I'm posting!

Work in progress still just a work in progress?  Not now.  I have to take care of my son/myself during recovery AND sell our house.

Post to Twitter and Facebook on my writer profiles?  Maybe after I clean the bathroom.  Again.  We have a showing soon!

What a sneaky pest!  He had to go.

I sat down with a pencil, notebook, and a real paper planner.  No digital distractions for me!  As I listed my goals and reevaluated my priorities, I heard a rustle.

"Don't you want to check Facebook?" whispered Distraction as he sidled up next to me.  "It will only take a minute..."

I shook my head.  "Nope.  Not now," I told him.  "Go away." 

My stomach growled.  He leaned in closer.  "Go grab a snack.  You need to keep up your energy."

"Later."

Distraction rested his head on my shoulder.  "That looks daunting," he said, running a claw down my list.  "Is it really doable?"

I paused.  My new schedule was a bit overwhelming.  "Now that I think about it, you're right."

Distraction snapped his jaws with delight.  "You don't have to do all of it," he suggested.  "It would be enough to do just one or two."

I poked him in the nose with my pencil and gave him an even look.  "Nice try, dragon breath."  As he rubbed his sore snout, I erased the rigid schedule and rearranged it into something more open and flexible.  Much better.

"That hurt," he mumbled.

"Get over it," I said.  "I'm not putting up with you anymore."

"But-"

"OUT," I ordered, pointing to the door.  "Consider yourself slain, scales-for-brains."

Sufficiently cowed, he tucked his tail between his legs and crept out.  He paused in the doorway.  "I'll be back," he murmured.  "When you least expect it."

"Probably.  I've slain you a hundred times.  I'll do it a thousand more.  Now git!"  I slammed the door on his tail, uh, end as he left. 

He howled his way down the street.  And I laughed.

Distraction, you have no place in my life anymore.

~ Lysandra

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