Focus, focus, focus

This story is just too cute not to share...I was at my sister's and her hubby was outside doing a few chores. But ever the gardener, he had wandered from the chores that needed to be done, and found something else that caught his attention. My sister shouted out the window "Focus!". Her daughter, not yet 2 was standing beside her, and needs to do everything that mommy does. "Tell Daddy to focus!", my sister tells J, J promptly yells, at the top of her tiny lungs "Fock you daddy, fock you!".
Out of the mouths of babes....
Today was divine focus. It was a nice kick in the butt for what needed to get done. Maybe it's a cop out, but today, everytime I strayed, or considered straying from needed to get done, I would remind myself that I was divine focus. It was was enough to get me through a few tough spots.
It seems silly that drawing a piece of laminated card in the morning with 4 little words on it was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow, so to speak. The fact that I needed a little piece of paper to do that...that I can't/won't/don't do it on a normal day. I needed to be told!
I am not a great self motivator, at least not for things that I would rather not do. If it is something I want to do, not a problem, I can structure, focus, plan, coordinate and execute. No problem. The stuff I don't want to do...well, I don't. At least not until the very last possible moment that it can remain undone. The number of university essays that weren't even started until mere hours before they were actually due (4 years of last minute essay writing did more for my typing skills than any amount of typing classes in high school ever did. When you only have 2 hours to get something done, your fingers can fly, and there is little time for proof reading, so the spelling had better be right).

So today was a successful day of focus. I owe it to the little voice inside me yelling "Fock you!"