This is my view of the keyboard today when I got home and decided to sit down and write. I objected to the visual obstruction, and my view of the keyboard changed to something like this:
Therefore I'm not getting much done. Now I don't suppose it's fair to completely blame Bogey for my half-hearted attempts to get words on paper. I do, after all, have a door that closes. And locks.
However, it's cold outside tonight, and a warm kitty feels kind of good in my lap. And when I pet him, the purring generated is relaxing, in a Zen-like sort of way. So here's what I figure. There's a three day weekend ahead for me. I'm sure I'll get a lot of writing done then.
Call it pet therapy, or call it procrastination, it's time to keep company with the cat. So I'll quiet my mind and calm my breathing. My body will become as pliable and loose-jointed as his. We'll meditate together, him purring his mantra and me chanting mine.
It's so much easier to enter the Zone when you're guided by a master.
