Doing A Thing

I've done a bit of a drift here the last week with my writing.  That's what a month of travel with all the newness and routine-destruction will do to you.  Honestly, it has been pretty nice - we're tired, we saw most of what we came to see, no big agenda left, so we've just cruised.  The result of all of this not trying to bend the world to my specifications is that we spent a lot of very pleasant days and we uncovered a lot of hidden gems.  Big recommended sites and experiences do that to me frequently - they disappoint, collapsed under the weight of my unreasonable expectations.  So I go to less well-known places, manageable both time- and distance-wise, and have a ball.  I do one thing, slowly, deliberately, completely, and I make space when I'm done with that one thing before starting the next thing.  It's harder than it sounds, in my brain, anyway.  I'm usually taking a step into the next thing before I'm done with the thing I'm doing, thereby ruining the thing I'm doing which is what I'm doing, after all, not the next thing.