Interruptible

We met at my place and set out. But this wasn't a photo walk. We weren't seeking magic. We were just three friends walking.

I was distracted.

I was pulled into looking down each alley. I kept my phone away but only because the walk wasn't a photo walk and I didn't want to be rude. As in I kept my phone away but I didn’t want to.

I wanted to snap pictures of the cool flowers on building.

As a noticer of beauty, sometimes I forget to be present in the moment.

I happily describe myself as flighty. I love change and new and dislike routine and things remaining one way.

So here's where I admit something.

Noticers can be easily distracted in a bad way.

They, we, I, can be good and caring and lovely and attentive.

But also sometimes none of those things.

And I don't like that.

I haven't found a cure yet.

Because I want to live a life that is interruptible but sometimes I do think that I need to learn to remain in a moment as it is.

I want to be able to sit still when the time is right.

Noticers actively feel the tension between living distracted and being interruptible.

And sometimes? Sometimes we mess things up.

Are you a noticer? I hope so.

And I wonder if you've figured out a way to not be stimulated all the time. Can you tell me your secrets?