It seemed like it took weeks to finally get to Saturday. I was so excited to have a day at home. It was a lazy morning and I enjoyed every minute of it. However, there were things that had to be done, things that were neglected like my yucky house. I spent the morning trying to knock out the things I hated doing the most first. I had only scratched the surface with my new guitar project, figuratively and literally. It sat in my studio all alone. I even went to look at it once as a reminder that it was waiting for me to finish. I quickened my pace, even more eager. Then it happened. I had to leave my home to take my son to an event. Noooooo! The distraction I was afraid of. I knew once I went out in public my social skills would kick in and my Saturday would evaporate.
We went and yes, it was a wonderful social engagement. I was surprised by my ability to stay on a good schedule and return home in a timely manner. This was probably due to my son not being the social butterfly that I am. I returned home with time still left in my day. I was focused. I was ready. It was time.
I set up the guitar and began to sand. I was shocked at the layers of this particular one. I had already used a blow torch to burn the clear coating and most of the paint off. (Side note: Sometimes adequate ventilation is still not enough, nausea is a good indicator that a mask should be used as well.) It was after the paint was nearly sanded off that I realized it had a layer of what appeared to be Masonite. I would not stop until I had bare wood. No mater how long it took. One hour later I was there. Finally. I took off my mask, and wiped my glasses to take a more careful look at it. Awesome beginning. Then I looked around my garage. What a mess! I had completely coated everything, including my dog, with dust. It was so thick it changed the color of my sons bike and my husbands old car. What had I done. I had successfully created another Saturday cleaning project.
I was so focused, so narrowed in my purpose I didn’t see all that was going on around me. Once I got started it was like I had on blinders. Just like the horses I used to watch on Little House On The Prairie. I looked up why some horses wore blinders. I never really gave it a lot of thought before but, evidently horses are considered animals of prey. That is why their eyes are on the sides of their heads. So they can see nearly all the way around their body. Their only blinds spots are right in front of their nose and behind their tail. Without blinders, young, shy horses can become frightened by the wagon they are pulling and they are used on race horses so that they only focus forward, the finish line. However, a horse with blinders must be led. It will not go or turn on its own where it cannot already see. Some people feel that the use of blinders is cruel and inhumane. I will not debate this since I lack any substantial knowledge on the subject. In Russia, they do not use them at all. Horses there learn not to be shy and become more focused over time.
Why did I just give you a short history lesson about horse blinders? Well, since you asked. I had my blinders on Saturday. All day they kept me working toward my goal. Not too bad a plan but when I got to that goal they limited me. They caused me to create another task that will take away more of my precious time.
Do we become dependent on things such as blinders? Maybe people or excuses? Becoming shy and limited by a harness. Sure, being focused during the day will help you get to your goal but be careful. When you have blinders on, you will not go where you cannot see. You will not see where you do not go. And you will easily be led to places you shouldn’t be.