Above me the sky was blue. So I looked a bit of a dick if my neighbour peered over the fence into my paddock at me, decked out in full wet weather gear. Pants and a jacket. Ear-muffs and a protective screen over my face.
Was I expecting Armageddon? No. I was expecting a full-frontal assault from grass.
Since it was such a fine evening I decided to strim (with a weed eater) the long grass in my paddock that I could see from my porch. It’s too steep for a lawn mower you see. And I knew from experience I was going to get covered in bits of cut grass.
Anyway, as blue turned to burnt orange then suddenly charcoal black I was reminded of ‘the zone’. You know the zone. When you’re on a roll. When things go more smoothly. When you’re more productive. When you accomplish more. When time slips by undetected.
The zone is your nirvana. And when it appears, revere and respect it. Jump in both feet first and let yourself get caught in its flow. Because the zone is fleeting. Difficult to predict. And annoyingly can’t be turned on and off like a tap.
But you can tempt it, by putting yourself in place and in its sights. So when it arrives in your business embrace it. And maintain momentum by keeping your head down, tail up. Don’t get distracted. And don’t make the mistake of thinking it’ll stick around, so you can come back to it.
When the going is good, get going. I was 20 minutes into baking chops for dinner when strimming grass hit me. Inconvenient for sure. But I’d been putting it off for weeks as last time took hours and hours, and was awkward and dirty.
Rather than argue sense, I turned the chops off, donned on my wet weather gear, pulled the starter on the strimmer and hit the grass with gusto. An hour on and I’d broken the back of it. I’d be still out there now but for it getting so dark I couldn’t see the ground.
See… I was in the zone. And my how much more we achieve with much less effort when we’re in there. I just need it to hussle on back so I can finish the job.
P.S. Flipping mongrels. Somebody stole my quirky metal etched sign down at the letterbox. Had a picture of a tree and the words ‘Woodland Retreat’. I’m so annoyed. Why do people steal other people’s stuff? Cash crisis? Then maybe they should save money on petrol by NOT driving their car up my ‘out in the wop wops’ road. Selfish prats. I wish them karma.
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