OK, it’s one of those days where my focus is as blurry as a grandfather’s reading glasses. What do you do to pull it together, to concentrate, to settle the monkey brain?
Maybe you close your eyes and meditate. Perhaps you take the dog walkies in a forest preserve. I’m told that running works a treat — likewise washing the floor, doing the crossword,birdwatching, washing the car and alternate nostril breathing.
Weeding works for me — usually. Today I broke my back pulling out enough mint to make mojitos for the population of Montevideo and my thoughts were still bouncing around like a meth-crazed squirrel. I came inside, stood in the shower, attempted to whistle for the two thousandth time and decided it was time for an origami break.
Folding paper, especially if I’m attempting a new model, narrows my focus like a laser beam. Today I grabbed five origami books at random and folded a fish from each.
Orange Roughy, anyone?