The Focus Saboteur
Trying to concentrate, but your focus is slipping away? Fiona could write a whole thesis on it.
It was one of those days. Fiona had decided to power through lunch, convincing herself that she was being wildly productive by working through the meal break. With sandwich in hand, she started scrolling through the avalanche of emails that had piled up overnight.
They were relentless, each new message a demand, an update, or a 'quick favour,' turning her inbox into a virtual battleground. The steady pinging of her email notifications chipped away at her focus, one tiny distraction at a time.
Just as she took a bite, they showed up. The soldiers with spikes on the end of their gun.
Oh yes, they were back. Only this time, they weren’t playing around, they brought reinforcements. It wasn’t just a casual neck crick or lower back twinge anymore. No, this was a full-scale invasion.
Every minute, the discomfort grew. The soldiers were setting up base camp in her neck and back, digging trenches of tension that got deeper with every email ping. Her focus? Completely MIA. Instead, the creeping ache marched steadily down her spine like an advancing army determined to ruin her afternoon.
And then there was the chair, oh, her trusty chair. Ever loyal, ever wannabe BFF, it was doing its best to convince her to stay seated just a little bit longer. "Come on, you can do this," the chair whispered. "Settle in. No need to stand. We’ve got hours of productivity ahead. We’re in this together!"
But Fiona knew better. The chair was a master of false promises. Every hour she stayed in its comforting embrace, the soldiers of discomfort gained ground, moving into new territories, her shoulders, her hips—taking her focus and concentration captive.
Finally, Fiona couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed herself up, stretching her arms above her head. The spiky soldiers stood down and retreated to their bunkers as she walked around the room.
Free from the chair’s clingy embrace, Fiona felt the blood flow back to her brain. Her concentration, fuzzy moments before, was snapping back into focus. Who knew a walk around the room could be so refreshing?
Her chair, meanwhile, remained where it was, looking innocent as ever, pretending like it had always had her best interests at heart. Sure, it meant well. But even the most loyal of friends need boundaries. Sometimes, you’ve got to stand up for yourself—literally.
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