Distraction (Fr.)/ Distraction (Eng.): Something that serves as a diversion or entertainment. An interupction, and obstacle to concentration.
Have you ever noticed that when you plant a seed in the soil and check back on it every. single. day. that it doesn't seem to grow? However, when you step away from it (aside from occasional waterings), and forget about it while you are doing other things, something magical happens?
This is perhaps the gift of distraction-- to allow magic to happen when we aren't over watering, over anxious, or trying too hard in the grips of making one particular thing happen with all of our might. I have been struggling with my creative inspiration for a writing project that I am working on. It has even seeped over to my blog (have you noticed that my posts have slowed to a snail's pace?).
I came across an interview with Eat, Pray, Love author Liz Gilbert that turned me onto the gift of distractions (*warning, this is a longer than normal post, so grab a cup of coffee, matcha, or wine and enjoy*):
"Here's what happened: After the unexpected success of Eat, Pray, Love, I diligently sat down to work on my next project—another memoir. I worked hard, as always, conducting years of research and interviews. And when I was finished, I had produced a first draft that was...awful."
"My old friend Sarah, seeing me so troubled, came to the rescue with this sage advice: "Take a break! Don't worry about following your passion for a while. Just follow your curiosity instead."
"She was not suggesting that I ditch my passion forever, of course, but rather that I temporarily ease off the pressure by exploring something new, some completely unrelated creative endeavor—something that I could find interesting, but with much lower emotional stakes. When passion feels so out of reach, Sarah explained, curiosity can be a calming diversion. If passion is a tower of flame, then curiosity is a modest spark—and we can almost always summon up a modest spark of interest about something."
"So what was my modest spark? Gardening, as it turned out. Following my friend's advice, I stepped away from my writing desk and spent six months absentmindedly digging in the dirt. I had some successes (fabulous tomatoes!); I had some failures (collapsed bean poles!). None of it really mattered, though, because gardening, after all, was just my curiosity—something to keep me modestly engaged through a difficult period. (At such moments, believe me, even modest engagement can feel like a victory.)"
"Then the miracle happened. Autumn came. I was pulling up the spent tomato vines when—quite suddenly, out of nowhere—I realized exactly how to fix my book. I washed my hands, returned to my desk, and within three months I'd completed the final version of Committed- a bool that I now love."
"Gardening, in other words, had turned me back into a writer."
"So here's my weird bit of advice: If you've lost your life's true passion (or if you're struggling desperately to find passion in the first place), don't sweat it. Back off for a while. But don't go idle, either. Just try something different, something you don't care about so much. Why not try following mere curiosity, with its humble, roundabout magic? At the very least, it will keep you pleasantly distracted while life sorts itself out. At the very most, your curiosity may surprise you. Before you even realize what's happening, it may have led you safely all the way home."
-Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love and Committed*
* you can read the whole interview
here.
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