I hyper-focus. Sometimes hyper-focus is my salvation (e.g. deadlines). Other times it is…not so healthy. When I’m in my zone, the dryer buzzes, the dog scratches at the door, I need to go to the bathroom, but my head is oblivious to all.
Today, I forgot to eat. I looked up. I fumbled for my watch—ugh—it needs a new battery. Looked at the clock on the wall. (I have a clock on just about every wall in the house.) It was way past lunch time, and I was almost too weak to make myself food.
Tomorrow…maybe I will hyper-focus on food. And the dog will still be scratching at the back door.